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Somebody get the God Kane, I know he'll back you up
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Kick a rhyme spectacular, I think the Nigga think he Blackula
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I seen somebody trying to get him with sunlight
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Somehow it wasn't done right, then he just laced him with one bite
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Go for the jugular vein, that's my new thing
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How did you do it with two fangs, think they were gold like Wu-tang
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Your luck has been changed, you're left strucken with pain
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Well good for your ass kid, that's what you get for fucking with Kane.
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I creep on MC's like po' nine and take rhymes the whole nine
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to dig in you rappers like a coalmine
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Now look what I dug me, somebody better turn me off or try to unplug me
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Ooh it's starting to get ugly
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Don't miss this, hold on with a clenched fist
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As I tongue the microphone down just like a French kiss.
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Relentless with lyrics that be brutal, hip-hop I stay true to
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Put it on you like voodoo
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Chorus
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Unda presha, niggas unfold and felt the heat
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Possessed with the Brooklyn techniques we freak
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Ay yo Kane, hit us off with that shit one time
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They can't believe it, infatuated hardcore rhymes
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Verse 2
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When you diggin' out your girl from behind, you're gonna find
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The reason that her eyes are closed, Black Caesar's on her mind
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Your royal smoothness, honeys out there know how it goes
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Even Cabesa de pollos that habla Espa?l
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Dig this now, run for your life to get away but none do
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Even if you escape just tell me who can you run to
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Test the, stupendous, tell me what was you to gain
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Internal bleeding, due to Kane
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Boom bow bow, ooh, the pain
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Nobody's equal, keep it lethal, and diesel, to see to the people
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And reach your cerebral cause that's how we do
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The pain gets inflicted, fake MC's get evicted
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Face it, truth of the matter is just that I'm too hard to get with
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Since days of Pro Keds, I shined over mad heads, roll up on you like the Feds
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Rip your whole set to shreds
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A crash or a wreck, because I mash for respect
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Only thing I want to know now, is this cash or a check?
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Chorus
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Verse 3
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Ain't no question,
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I'm suffering a bad case of lyrical congestion
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Not the one for testing,
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come mess with and end up with your chest split
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No, not because of cardiac, but because how hard he act.
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I'm recognized as the microphone destroyer
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Competition minds in the state of paranoia
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I said if you're scared, get a dog
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So by tomorrow you'll probably see 20 rappers walking with Rotweilers
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Your gimmick is primitive, and impotent
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You won't win with it so limit it
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before I make your body start to hemorrhage
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Just when you thought that you was burning me
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You found yourself bleeding internally
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Now you heads is learning see
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I stay in there sincere,
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You commence prayer,
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Your heart begins fear, cause there ain't no wins here
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Never kid, even with leverage
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I can rock your headpiece worse than the wop ever did
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I damage a amateur with a lack of stamina
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Petty grammar, leave you for the medical examiner
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You come talking bout some stay real
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I'll have you hitting high notes like Curtis,
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cause of pain that you may feel (Mayfield)
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So many tried to infiltrate, but couldn't penetrate
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Now they disintegrate as money generate
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From who the living legend,
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True indeed, Hip- hop veteran,
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Whip ass is probably out there
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But I swear I never met him
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Gimme mine.
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Unda Presha
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Big Daddy Kane |