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[Introduction] (instrumental) "R-A-W" "The B-I-G-D-A-Double D-Y-K-A-N-E" "Let it roll, get bold" "On and on, get it on"[?] "Come, get some" "The wrath of Kane" "This is a world premiere, I'm here" [Verse 1] Nobody move, nobody get hurt And I won't have to do no-body work The minute I come on stage and take position A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh I start to swingin' it, puttin' my bad thing in it Soon as I start flingin' it, girls'll start clingin' it People'll start singin' it, noise oh I'm bringin' it To show and to prove to the people The man that really is the king in it Cause I take the cake like Hostess No, not the one you wanna play high post with Warm it up Kane, warm as a snorkel Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin' awful I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizzazz finesse and yet The flavor to jam and slam the land I flip the script like nobody can It's like they lack the crowd to get live And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic They're frank with force, cause you know, Kane comes off See me and the mic go together like neighbors And if that's too fast, here's a slower flavor You see.. I.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand.. No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can Rip the microphone to shreds Buck buck, rough and tough, and a little bit ragamuffin For havin' a rapper that try to battle will stress me You shouldn't address me cause you can't impress me So don't test me, boy, I say you better move over Yeah, yeah, huh Many people tried to say I fell off He went R&B, now his rap is all soft But if you say that on stage, I'll prove you wrong And wax that ass, rappin' off a love song Cause with the street in all battles I'm still hard Like a mallet, servin' competition like salad I'm gonna give you some damn good advice G Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea Cause now you're comin' in the danger zone There no man, can withstand, or hold his own I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise Even if you put a condom on the mic that I use That won't protect ya, I still can effect ya Cause I flip the script, like a movie director I'm makin' the non-believers believe what I'm dishin' up And people that's still fans, will be air conditioners Why golly gee, I'm the hypest The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous In other words, by knowledge and degrees You gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze A black man, you know I got, soul For rockin' the track and sparkin' the mic that I hold Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies I didn't forget you.. mwah *kiss sound* A lot of rappers today, know how to flow Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro But if I ask for the mic at your show Aiyyo, I think you better let it go! Cause I go in a rage on stage The rap it never stops til I get my props And if you don't know my style, well look here my friend You saw Faces of Death? Hehe yeah yeah aight then I'm tryin' to tell my competition the scoop That I'm breakin' down, any soloist or group And even though, some of them try to play souped When I come on stage, they spread they wings like Troop And fly away, cause I don't play I slay, okay, okay? The king of combat, my competition scat Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm all that The one they like to follow, bite and borrow Lock into my style, just like a Rottweiler So you wanna know the meaning of hardcore? Looks like a job for... [Scratching] Big Daddy, Big Daddy Big Daddy, Big Daddy