See the crowd in an uproar acting unstable
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Here comes Dark Gable raps remarkable
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Mic ripper, cash flipper, Cristal sipper
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Derrie're batalliere that's French for ass whipper
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Long time putting work in this, to be tremendous
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If I'm not the best then I'm a damn striking resemblance
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I roll the dice on the streets that be cold as ice
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And cause great disturbance just like a poltergeist
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I come attacking this enrage to disengage the missing page
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To the newest in age that's hitting stage
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For I be one that knows the art
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To get you up and out your seat, if you was Rosa Parks
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Tell me how much can you take from me the man to make
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Rhymes that's so butter my breath smell like land o lakes
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You know the lick, seen me hit em like a brick
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Plus my posse run thick, not that click from Mario flick
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Beware of one of the best they be
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You wanna test the God I hope you mean a SAT
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Because your poetasterous style it plain bore me
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Pardon the vainglory, but here's the Kane story
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Chorus
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Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door
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About to give you more of the raw
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Point yo hands up to the sky
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Verse 2
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Fuck the chorus
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And let the lyrics sit up in the track like rigamortis
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I spit a few to listen to when this I do it's as if as you
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Was invisible it'll make your life miserable
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Hip-hop icon, keep a grip like a python
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I be that wrong one to get fly on
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Boy you got to get that playa hatin' out you
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That's the other side of the game and I ain't Erykah Badu
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Black Caesar, don't you even reach my way
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You'd sooner find a vital point that's on Priest Pai Mae
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I heat it up to where I pasteurize half the guys
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A fast demise disaster lies as he dies
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Confront one of the best at rhyming
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What I write it be so rough that my ink pen need alignment
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The untouchable, don't want to tempt me
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I come kicking through your door, unlawful entry
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It be me, even though none of y'all want to see me
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For real, damn I know how Jehovah's witness feel
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I remember how I formed it up
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Cause I took what was raw and then I warmed it up
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Turned the fire down to simmer as I calmed it up
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But take a look I think the Kane about to overcook
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Come and get it, but you better come with paramedics
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Cause you couldn't bring it to me if you worked for Fed Ex
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I come cutting through split his gut in two
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I touch em what em do you know the style ain't nothing new
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Chorus
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Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door
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About to give you more of the raw
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Point yo' hands up to the sky, high
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Get on down baby we keep it live
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Repeat
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Verse 3
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A good game it lets the plot thicken,
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but the thing that just ain't clickin'
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Is the way y'all legalize trickin'
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You talk about your ride and you don't even got one
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But I can pull a hot one, when inside of a Datsun
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The wicked in the bed, plus the wicked in the head
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When I shoot the game, it's like my tongue got infra red
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Let the Messiah take you higher as I supply ya' what you require
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Desire and admire it entire
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Sudden impact as I'm guttin' em black
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Closest thing to me would be; nothin' in fact
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I come with more in skill, to always score and kill
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Females adore and thrill, sweeter thang than Lauryn Hill
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As I return with a vengeance, here comes the day of independence
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Approach them all with some bad intentions
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In other words I'm making them resign, diminish mine
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Runnin' through them like a finish line
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Chorus
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Uncut, Pure (Original Remix)
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Big Daddy Kane |