Put Your Weight on It

One for the ace and two for the deuce If you're ready Mister Cee cut the record real loose And uhh, test test test test, oh yes I wanna bless the mic, I caress with finesse Back off the microphone, you can't wreck it none I'm like a nine, and you're just a Naked Gun Some type of new jack, steppin in the area Kind of reminds me of Eddie Murphy, Coming to America But you can't approach this, rhymes are too ferocious Do the knowledge as I quote this Freddie Krueger, walkin on Kane's street Five chapters and I still ain't been beat Bout time I turned the microphone loose Anyone after me is just an excuse Even the level of the devil or Exorcist Can't get next to this This is mayhem, so competition, say when You're thinkin that you're ready, so I can just play him Or them, no matter the quan-tity, you don't want to be In this battle, so just flee Cause I leave em panickin when I start damagin Kickin this swift, leaves you stiff, like a mannequin And frozen, this is a mind explosion As the chosen flows in, the competition throws in The towel, my sharp tongue is like a license I strike like Mike, Tyson I be icin Breakin the mic in half, just like a psychopath But still smooth and cool, just like a draft Leave the metro scared and petrol Ain't No Half-Steppin', so I don't sweat no MC Cause Michael Jackson couldn't say it clearer My only comp is the man in the mirror So any pretender, you never been to The death zone, this is the wrath, do not enter These ain't the grounds for MC's to be wanderin These is the grounds that the Kane is conquerin Lyrics are bright and recite on the mic to excite Delight, ignite, a bright light and a fright night For types who bite, to be quite like The man with mic swingin all tight, but can't get it right You're just a sloppy, cheap carbon copy Sent to ride off in the sun, said Kemosabi As the Kane remains everlasting With lyrics that's fast relief like aspirin So allow me to relieve, or breathe contact Your brain and remain like hairweave Cause I can reach each participant with a speech That will teach, and have em hangin like a leach And yes still puttin rappers in fear So hold it right there, cause this is a nightmare As I cause a killer scene, and cut like a guillotine Any thoughts you had about winnin is still a dream Or more like a fantasy, tell me why can't you see There ain't a way that you can touch or stand on me You talk about how many rappers you slayed But I'm like a renegade, so I never been afraid So don't say hi to this Asiatic descendant Just say peace and everything'll be splendid Peace! Mister Cee, put your weight on it Boy put your weight on it, put your weight on it Put your weight on it Put your weight on it Mister Cee, put your weight on it! I'm outta here!