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One for the ace and two for the deuce
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If you're ready Mister Cee cut the record real loose
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and uhh, test test test test, oh yes
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I wanna bless the mic, I caress with finesse
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Back off the microphone, you can't wreck it none
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I'm like a nine, and you're just a Naked Gun
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Some type of new jack, steppin in the area
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kind of reminds me of Eddie Murphy, Coming to America
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But you can't approach this, rhymes are too ferocious
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Do the knowledge as I quote this
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Freddie Krueger, walkin on Kane's street
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Five chapters and I still ain't been beat
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Bout time I turned the microphone loose
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Anyone after me is just an excuse
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Even the level of the devil or Exorcist
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can't get next to this
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This is mayhem, so competition, say when
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You're thinkin that you're ready, so I can just play him
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or them, no matter the quan-tity, you don't want to be
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in this battle, so just flee
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Cause I leave em panickin when I start damagin
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Kickin this swift, leaves you stiff, like a mannequin
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And frozen, this is a mind explosion
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as the chosen flows in, the competition throws in
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the towel, my sharp tongue is like a license
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I strike like Mike, Tyson I be icin
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Breakin the mic in half, just like a psychopath
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But still smooth and cool, just like a draft
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Leave the metro scared and petrol
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Ain't No Half-Steppin', so I don't sweat no MC
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cause Michael Jackson couldn't say it clearer
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My only comp is the man in the mirror
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So any pretender, you never been to
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the death zone, this is the wrath, do not enter
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These ain't the grounds for MC's to be wanderin
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These is the grounds that the Kane is conquerin
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Lyrics are bright and recite on the mic to excite
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delight, ignite, a bright light and a fright night
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for types who bite, to be quite like
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the man with mic swingin all tight, but can't get it right
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You're just a sloppy, cheap carbon copy
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Sent to ride off in the sun, said Kemosabi
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As the Kane remains everlasting
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With lyrics that's fast relief like aspirin
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So allow me to relieve, or breathe contact
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your brain and remain like hairweave
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Cause I can reach each participant with a speech
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that will teach, and have em hangin like a leach
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And yes still puttin rappers in fear
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So hold it right there, cause this is a nightmare
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As I cause a killer scene, and cut like a guillotine
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Any thoughts you had about winnin is still a dream
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Or more like a fantasy, tell me why can't you see
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There ain't a way that you can touch or stand on me
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You talk about how many rappers you slayed
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But I'm like a renegade, so I never been afraid
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so don't say hi to this Asiatic descendant
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Just say peace and everything'll be splendid
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Peace!
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Mister Cee, put your weight on it
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Boy put your weight on it, put your weight on it
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Put your weight on it
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Put your weight on it Mister Cee, put your weight on it!
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I'm outta here!
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Put Your Weight On It
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