[00:11.16][Sung]
[00:11.31]Do you know, what you're goin through?
[00:13.74]Do you like this style of rap that I'm showin you?
[00:16.38]The way I flow for you.. do you know?
[00:19.68][Intro: rapped]
[00:22.44]Yeah baby c'mon
[00:23.70]Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song
[00:26.34]Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon
[00:28.98]Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song
[00:32.07]One double nine to the four, gotta keep 'em on the floor
[00:34.98]And put some real lyrics back in the hardcore
[00:37.56]What I'm used to hearin', I can't believe it's gone
[00:39.93]But now just like a grill inside Burger King, the beef is on
[00:42.84]When I come, rappers begin to speak in degrees
[00:45.60]I even make Sisters With Voices weak in the knees
[00:48.39]So run for your lives, Kane with the pen
[00:50.85]Is like Freddy with the glove full of knives
[00:53.40]Who wanna test these skills, come see how it feels
[00:55.98]I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got refills
[00:58.89]You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin'
[01:01.11]If my rhymes was in Braille, you still couldn't touch em
[01:03.57]Man, I'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat
[01:06.96]And you know, sometimes it's so sad that
[01:09.36]Rappers today be comin' as the gangster rhyme type
[01:12.00]And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right
[01:14.94]Here's the news, you lettin' the word hardcore be misused
[01:18.39]You ain't never paid dues
[01:20.28]Be for real, you ain't tough yet
[01:21.90]The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin' you a ruffneck
[01:25.53]Your whole image is a dammmmn sham
[01:27.99]I'm glad in this business I didn't forget who I am
[01:30.69]I always remain the Kane inside a battle
[01:33.33]Never to walk in anyone's shadow
[01:36.33]I do my own thing, I do a thing of my own
[01:38.94]And with my competition I let it be known
[01:41.10]That battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
[01:44.04]Six million ways to die -- choose one!
[01:46.77]My rap style is like a poisonous vemon
[01:48.93]We might as well be havin' sex, the way that I put it in 'em
[01:52.26]And do I crush MCs? are you kiddin me?
[01:54.63]If rappers were grapes, I'd have a whole wine distillery
[01:57.42]So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, then I blow
[02:00.66]A rapper off the map, with the rap, when I flow
[02:03.27]Then hit you with the skill that is ill, and I know
[02:05.85]That all of this is good to go, 'cause yo
[02:08.13]That's the way the flavor always come
[02:10.59]The rhymes they flow accordin' to the drum
[02:13.26]The Brooklyn style cause that is where I'm from
[02:15.90]You want the funk so let me give you some
[02:18.69]I flip on the flow on the track, just like that
[02:20.97]Amazin' the people the style of the rappin', is quite fat
[02:23.73]I'm lickin' the lyrics and shootin' the gat, on the mic, black
[02:26.34]And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that
[02:29.40]The Smooth Operator is mellow with the saxophone
[02:32.13]Settin' the tone that make the girls relax and moan
[02:34.95]'Cause all the ladies I'm givin' 'em lots of love
[02:37.23]Hittin' more skins than a boxing glove, good God
[02:40.29]The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some
[02:42.66]From tall to short to thick, even the slimmy ones
[02:45.60]Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of Olde E
[02:48.69]And none of you players can control me
[02:50.97]You get the chance to see a true mack man
[02:53.25]With skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks than
[02:56.10]Taller than anybody else's stacks it seem
[02:58.95]Cause the Kane get more paper than a fax machine
[03:01.65]The unforgettable, rhymes are too poetical
[03:04.02]Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical
[03:06.96]And I hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine rumors
[03:09.96]'Cause Kane is makin' a comeback, like Pumas
[03:12.06]I get rough G, and set it on your whole damn company
[03:15.33]And Bogart, like my name was Humphrey
[03:17.55]When I get through, there'll be no more of them
[03:19.65]As many rappers I burnt, I should open a crematorium
[03:23.04]I make mad MC's give me my P's
[03:25.47]If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these
[03:28.08]N.U.T.s, like the U.N.V.s
[03:30.42]I leave you down on your knees, down on your knee-hees!
[03:33.69]Razor sharp, many ways of art
[03:35.88]Source rings the chart, people praise the God
[03:38.64]For kickin' the flows so fantastic and this one here
[03:41.94]We're callin' it Lyrical Gymnastics
[03:44.76]Uhh, so baby baby c'mon
[03:46.23]Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the rhymes to the song
[03:49.38]Uhh, ah baby baby c'mon
[03:51.66]Suki suki c'mon, and I'm gone!

Do you know, what you're goin through?
Do you like this style of rap that I'm showin you?
The way I flow for you.. do you know?
Yeah baby c'mon
Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song
Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon
Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song
One double nine to the four, gotta keep 'em on the floor
And put some real lyrics back in the hardcore
What I'm used to hearin', I can't believe it's gone
But now just like a grill inside Burger King, the beef is on
When I come, rappers begin to speak in degrees
I even make Sisters With Voices weak in the knees
So run for your lives, Kane with the pen
Is like Freddy with the glove full of knives
Who wanna test these skills, come see how it feels
I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got refills
You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin'
If my rhymes was in Braille, you still couldn't touch em
Man, I'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat
And you know, sometimes it's so sad that
Rappers today be comin' as the gangster rhyme type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right
Here's the news, you lettin' the word hardcore be misused
You ain't never paid dues
Be for real, you ain't tough yet
The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin' you a ruffneck
Your whole image is a dammmmn sham
I'm glad in this business I didn't forget who I am
I always remain the Kane inside a battle
Never to walk in anyone's shadow
I do my own thing, I do a thing of my own
And with my competition I let it be known
That battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six million ways to die -- choose one!
My rap style is like a poisonous vemon
We might as well be havin' sex, the way that I put it in 'em
And do I crush MCs? are you kiddin me?
If rappers were grapes, I'd have a whole wine distillery
So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, then I blow
A rapper off the map, with the rap, when I flow
Then hit you with the skill that is ill, and I know
That all of this is good to go, 'cause yo
That's the way the flavor always come
The rhymes they flow accordin' to the drum
The Brooklyn style cause that is where I'm from
You want the funk so let me give you some
I flip on the flow on the track, just like that
Amazin' the people the style of the rappin', is quite fat
I'm lickin' the lyrics and shootin' the gat, on the mic, black
And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that
The Smooth Operator is mellow with the saxophone
Settin' the tone that make the girls relax and moan
'Cause all the ladies I'm givin' 'em lots of love
Hittin' more skins than a boxing glove, good God
The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some
From tall to short to thick, even the slimmy ones
Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of Olde E
And none of you players can control me
You get the chance to see a true mack man
With skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks than
Taller than anybody else's stacks it seem
Cause the Kane get more paper than a fax machine
The unforgettable, rhymes are too poetical
Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical
And I hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine rumors
'Cause Kane is makin' a comeback, like Pumas
I get rough G, and set it on your whole damn company
And Bogart, like my name was Humphrey
When I get through, there'll be no more of them
As many rappers I burnt, I should open a crematorium
I make mad MC's give me my P's
If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these
N.U.T.s, like the U.N.V.s
I leave you down on your knees, down on your knee-hees!
Razor sharp, many ways of art
Source rings the chart, people praise the God
For kickin' the flows so fantastic and this one here
We're callin' it Lyrical Gymnastics
Uhh, so baby baby c'mon
Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the rhymes to the song
Uhh, ah baby baby c'mon
Suki suki c'mon, and I'm gone!