| Intro: I start to go, my rhymes’ll flow
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| So, get up and dance cause Kane said so
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| If you were lounging around it’s time to get up
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| Pardon my expression, but I’mma tear shit up
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| I appear right here, and scare and dare, a mere musketeer
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| That would dare to compare, I do declare
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| Getting busy is where it’s at
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| But what you’re saying, you wouldn’t get a point for that
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| Cause you’re a featherweight, and your rhymes you carry light
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| But I drop bass just like Barry White
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| So how could you think that you pose a threat?
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| You say you’re rocking, how many shows you get?
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| All your vocals go local on the M-I-C
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| Mines go a great distance, like AT&T
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| I’m now new to this, I’m true to this, nothing you can do to this
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| Fuck around with Kane and come out black and blue for this
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| So, yo, go for what you know
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| Attempt to debate so I can humiliate
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| We can go rhyme for rhyme, word for word, verse for verse
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| Get you a nurse, too late, get you a hearse
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| To take you to your burial ground
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| Because the Big Daddy Kane always throws down
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| Correct, I get respect, I’m out to collect
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| Cash money, cause I get raw
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| Everybody get up! |
| (x4)
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| Kane: boy do I hate a…
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| I’m coming! |
| (x5)
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| Here I am, R-A-W
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| A terrorist, here to bring trouble to
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| Phony MC’s, I move on and seize
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| I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease
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| Cause I’m at my apex and others are below
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| Nothing but a milliliter, I’m a kilo
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| Second to none, making MC’s run
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| So don’t try to step to me, cause I ain’t the one
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| I relieve rappers just like Tylenol
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| And they know it, so I don’t see why you all
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| Try to front, perpetrating a stunt
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| When you know that I’ll smoke you up like a blunt
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| I’m genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi
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| To stage a rage is what rap did to me
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| To make me want to create chaos and mayhem
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| Cold rock a party until the A.M.
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| I’ll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle
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| While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a
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| Little rhyme with authority, superiority
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| And captivate the whole crowd’s majority
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| The rhymes I use definitely amuse
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| Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues
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| I’m sure to score adored for more without a flaw
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| Cause I get raw
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| Everybody get up! |
| (x5)
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| With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing
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| And in my lifetime, believe I’ve never been
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| Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out
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| You know, come to think about it, I keep MC’s looking out
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| And real nervous when I’m at your service
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| Give me that title, boy, you don’t deserve this
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| I work like a slave to become a master
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| And when I say a rhyme, you that it has to
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| Be perfectly fitted, cause I’m committed
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| The entertainer and trainer and Kane’ll get with it
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| I go and flow and grow to let you know
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| I damage ya I’m not an amateur but a pro-
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| Fessional a questional without doubt superb
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| So full of action, my name should be a verb
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| My voice will float on every note
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| When I clear my throat, that’s all she wrote!
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| The minute that the Kane starts to go on
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| Believe it’s gonna be smooth sailing so on
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| As I put other rappers out of their misery
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| Get them in a battle and make them all history
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| Ruling and schooling MC’s that I’m dueling
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| Watch them all take a fall as I sit back cooling
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| On my throne, with a bronze microphone
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| Hmm, God bless the child that can hold his own
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| Cause I get raw
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| Ain’t it good to you? |
| (x3) |