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Come, get some, you little bum
I take the cake but you can't get a crumb
From the poetic, authentic, superior
Ultimate - and all that good shit
I'm the original, asiatic, acrobatic
There you have it, now get dramatic
Creatin drama when I'm on the scene
And I pack em in mean, like bruce springsteen
I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile
Put on trial a rap pile to exile
Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just crumble
And I'm still calm and humble
You need another helpin hand to swing on
I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on
Your batman and robin, cagney and lacey
Starsky and hutch, but they still can't face me
And if may make this one thing here clear
That's for you not to come near, period
So I ain't buggin or delirious
My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is
And I can slice and dice a fisher price mc
That thought he was nice into minute rice
Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff
Cause cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff
And the mic I ravage, not like a savage
But in my own way of doin damage
As I design the genuine line
Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine?

Warm it up, kane (16x)

..

Take two other men with soul that you probably know
Deadly as scarface, but bright as the cosby show
Don't attack rappers, but make everyone hush
They step to me, but can't stop the bumrush
I make material, rich and imperial
The unique technique I speak is all original
You like to sag and drag and gag
Same old same old, but poppa's got a brand new bag
So put the mic down boy, you can't work it
Due to wack lyrics, it's bout to short circuit
So toss the sauce across to the boss, no remorse
You lost, with force, of course, a holocaust
First I caught ya, then put ya through torture
You moved wrong my son, so I taught ya
Just like a guardian, that put your body in
The mood to groove with the smoove way that I'm partyin
Competition may find it spectacular
Scheme and fiend to take a bite like dracula
And waste the taste, cause ain't no sugar here
So come near if you dare, you booga bear
You start hallucinatin like magic
The wrath gets tragic, but kane won't have it
Cause you tried to juice me when you're bluffin
Slowed the pace, so I had to start rushin
So pick a vc date, cause you're history
Here comes kane scoob scrap jay and mister cee
And this is one thing to us we ain't new to
The crew'll cast a spell on the crowd just like voodoo
I'm the man you can't hold back
And all competition appears to be weak
I meant to say wack, a vision of blur
Just them thinkin I'm competitin, I say, "huh!"

Warm it up, kane (16x)

..

Genuine for eighty-nine, you know what I'm sayin?
As I give a shout out to my man tony a
Tony p, sally sal and the whole libra digital posse
Can't forget my man yawnski
And smooth the barber, you know what I'm sayin?
Also, I gotta say whassup to born true, b-boy,
And my man big jay cee
The whole rest of the crew, scoob lover my brother
Scrap lover, and dj mister cee
Can't forget supreme, abu, melquan and shabazz
Wally d, and the rest of the brothers
And of course my little brother the little daddy shane
Manditory end of the story, you know what I'm sayin?
Peace!
Come, get some, you little bum   I take the cake but you can't get a crumb   From the poetic, authentic, superior   Ultimate - and all that good shit   I'm the original, asiatic, acrobatic   There you have it, now get dramatic   Creatin drama when I'm on the scene   And I pack em in mean, like bruce springsteen   I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile   Put on trial a rap pile to exile   Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just crumble   And I'm still calm and humble   You need another helpin hand to swing on   I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on   Your batman and robin, cagney and lacey   Starsky and hutch, but they still can't face me   And if may make this one thing here clear   That's for you not to come near, period   So I ain't buggin or delirious   My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is   And I can slice and dice a fisher price mc   That thought he was nice into minute rice   Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff   Cause cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff   And the mic I ravage, not like a savage   But in my own way of doin damage   As I design the genuine line   Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine?       Warm it up, kane (16x)      ..      Take two other men with soul that you probably know   Deadly as scarface, but bright as the cosby show   Don't attack rappers, but make everyone hush   They step to me, but can't stop the bumrush   I make material, rich and imperial   The unique technique I speak is all original   You like to sag and drag and gag   Same old same old, but poppa's got a brand new bag   So put the mic down boy, you can't work it   Due to wack lyrics, it's bout to short circuit   So toss the sauce across to the boss, no remorse   You lost, with force, of course, a holocaust   First I caught ya, then put ya through torture   You moved wrong my son, so I taught ya   Just like a guardian, that put your body in   The mood to groove with the smoove way that I'm partyin   Competition may find it spectacular   Scheme and fiend to take a bite like dracula   And waste the taste, cause ain't no sugar here   So come near if you dare, you booga bear   You start hallucinatin like magic   The wrath gets tragic, but kane won't have it   Cause you tried to juice me when you're bluffin   Slowed the pace, so I had to start rushin   So pick a vc date, cause you're history   Here comes kane scoob scrap jay and mister cee   And this is one thing to us we ain't new to   The crew'll cast a spell on the crowd just like voodoo   I'm the man you can't hold back   And all competition appears to be weak   I meant to say wack, a vision of blur   Just them thinkin I'm competitin, I say, "huh!"      Warm it up, kane (16x)      ..      Genuine for eighty-nine, you know what I'm sayin?    As I give a shout out to my man tony a   Tony p, sally sal and the whole libra digital posse   Can't forget my man yawnski   And smooth the barber, you know what I'm sayin?    Also, I gotta say whassup to born true, b-boy,   And my man big jay cee   The whole rest of the crew, scoob lover my brother   Scrap lover, and dj mister cee   Can't forget supreme, abu, melquan and shabazz   Wally d, and the rest of the brothers   And of course my little brother the little daddy shane   Manditory end of the story, you know what I'm sayin?    Peace!
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