"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!" -> Chuck D
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"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.."
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[Kane]
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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, perpetratin 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 endure for more without a flaw
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Cause I get RAW!
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"R-A-W" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)
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[Kane]
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Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with
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a strong song as long as you groove to this
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I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped
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Do damage on stage and injure the mic
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As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff
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While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif
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Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss
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The rap soloist - you don't want none of this
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Supreme in this era, I reign with terror
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When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a
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fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them
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So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem
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Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro
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An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no
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problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough
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Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off
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Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip
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They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped
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But my apparatus is up to status
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Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static
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to make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head
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Put it to bed, so watch what's said
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Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone
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Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone
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I get ill and kill at will
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Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill
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Just stand still and chill as I build
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Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!
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"R-A-W" -- don't even get up
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Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!
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"Help me!" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)
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[Kane]
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The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach
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the blind to find their way from A to Z
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and be the most and boast the loudest rap
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again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)
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The heat is on, so feel the fire
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come off the empire, all the more higher
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Level of depth, one step beyond dope
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The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE
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cause I never let em on top of me
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I play em out like a game of Monopoly
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Let em speed around the board like an astro
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Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go
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Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff
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but it still ain't loud enough
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So let the volume increase, never to cease
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I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease
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Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed
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Code red cause the rhymes is bein said
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by the Asiatic printer of raw poetry
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No hints or clues, you all know it's me
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I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound
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profound it's bound to go down, UHH
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A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout
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My comp should just drop out
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Cause none of them can see me
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I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe
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I get RAW!
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Raw '91
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Big Daddy Kane |