Kaancepts

Intro: Kaan! Kaan! Another psychotic episode, I need my medication Hyperventilating ‘bout to have a panic attack in public Discussing this with the publicist while I’m meditating All I spit is heat, so is this room properly ventilated? I’m giving a high the way that I murder a track, I never relax You feel like you fucking with me and my flow, but you isn’t my nigga that shit is a rest So I’m playing a random event, I’m taking that beat and not giving it back I’m putting that right in your face Just to reverse the verse I’m rehearsing Disperse a curse, that’s a MRSA for certain I’ve been conversing, confirming your inadvertent conversion within this version Cohersion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion, assured While I’m emerging, concerning my insecurities, I even said that last line insecurely That’s the second time that I won’t say this The polling is pouring out of my pores to the potion But come proportionate force, an abortion is purer than bustling fortune abortion I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating A formulation of duress in a combination Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable Vitamin for the fighters, injectable not digestible Address the microphone with the tone of any professional Impressed with impeccable lines, every time, it’s incredible My rhyme’s highly respectable, penetrating the posher You promised some pasta, que pasa papa? I did it proper Why lead a penne and pasta, call that Jack or I’m Obliterator While reiterating this honest pronunciation of reciprocation The eloquation within my innovation You should hasten on that replication This is elevation Like an application. I need to see your credentials Massage a pen in my pencil Get loose on an instrumental With sentimental, incidental The sound was more intrusive wasn’t conducive I be the one that will lose it Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it I wanted to set the fuse And given the realest of muse, never to be able to use it There was no way to refuse it Given the voice said that it uses But when I wanted em all in a piece In that vision I see when I see when I step on a beat I’m making, I’m breaking, I’m giving them all I can say But I do understand that the music is fake Created itself in order to relate They love it or hate it the minute we make it We winning it all but not be able to take it And never would lead you astray? A talent that I might display? We give it a round of applause I said, I’m trying to make the motherfucking world rise With the rhymes that I comprise The lyrics synchronize the softer part, then analyze Now watch it photosynthesize I’m still in that state of infancy I’m not looking for empathy, why the fuck would you envy me? MC is automatic for enemies at the embassy Emphasizing the motion created within the energy Enterprising my mind to the single pace to infinity Venturing to divinity Da Vinci with division, delivered with ill intention But if you don’t pay attention I’m placing you in detention Without an honorable mention Your ranks are filled with dissension My bars are filled with dimensions Demented like it’s dementia, descending upon defenders For pinning a pawn dependent depicted within in this sentence I’m a mild man, a pascifist, massacring the masochists Murdering, blasting the masses off to massive amounts They probably give a better effort if they knew what really counts But if you keep it real and build, then you’ll put bills in your accounts I’m not a mathematician — this rhythm arithmetic So I'mma teach you algebra, dumb it down for you simpletons If (y = mx + me) then I must be an MC that’s obscene in my scene, but my C I haven’t even touched on the square roots of my averages The 3.14 pi divided with savages This ain’t a dead democracy My flow’s totalitarian Battling with barbarians Buried them barely breathing. while coughing, wheezing with heathens I’m digging ditches and heaving dirt over my left shoulder You introduce a Jehovah Suppose the fool that’s in front of me started running and stumbling Mumbling something out of his lips till I slit his wrist And I tied him up to a cross and I started off with incisions Insisting on silence for this crucifixion The victim was tortured for hours Scorched by a blowtorch till the toes are burned to a fricassee And now I’m carving all of the flesh, what’s left of it, crispily I’m vividly visualizing my victory I’m pushing the vascular vein down to the main artery The smell of death induces vomiting, I’m violent with a bayonet Filleted his fingertips to get rid of the evidence I’m pulling out his canines, molars, and bicuspids While following in the footsteps of all of my fucking idols From Jack the Ripper, to John Wayne Gacy and Jeffrey Dahmer The Black Dahlia killer and even the Cleveland Butcher Who take a subject and slice it with a surgical precision Even though I’m only kidding, I’ve lost faith in the music And every song that I hear is amusing, it’s so confusing You would rather have a nigger acting like a buffoon Give him a clown costume, with the floppy shoes and the red nose And don’t forget the diamond chain to go with his expensive clothes Perpetuating an image that no one can afford it You motherfuckers sicker than an original ignorance I pick the microphone up and give you something that’s different Just open up your ears when I appear and start listening It’s Kaan Outro: I shall leave you as you left me. As you left her! Alone for all eternity, at the center of a dead planet Buried alive… buried alive… Kaan! Kaan!