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    Uhh! Put your weight on it  
    Uhh, and uh, Prince Paul, bring me on and uh  
    Aiyyo Botch, bring me on and uh  
    Mad Money Murph just bring me on and uh  
    Just bring me on, yo  
    This is a world premier and I'm here  
    A presentation beyond compare  
    So MC's step to the rear as I break through  
    Girls say ooh and then skip to my loo  
    That means dance as I get smooth with  
    Poetic perfection that you can groove with  
    Just like a passenger, hurry and fasten your seatbelt  
    cause I'm about to start broadcastin  
    the words of wisdom, so turn up the system  
    loud and clear, I don't want no one to miss one  
    word to be heard never blurred or slurred  
    The preferred is absurd, all the damage that's occured  
    As I break MC's like a lumberjack  
    Ain't no comin back, you can't get none of that  
    I'm not the type of MC to be merciful  
    So if your name ain't Jermaine take it personal  
    Cause like a vigilante I'm gonna kill off any  
    sucker MC that tries to withstand me  
    With the mic in my hand I start flowin then  
    all competition flee and start goin in  
    the other direction, run for protection  
    Cause I can burn an MC like an erection  
    You're too small kid, don't get involved with  
    the verbal law for the Nation of Islam  
    Wisdom I speak makes your head nod  
    Showin I got the power, and that's from bein born the God  
    But many doubt my Knowledge of Self  
    But they're just illiterate, so I don't consider it  
    Feedin off poison that's pollutin their mind  
    and that's the reason I don't swine  
    I gotta maintain, accelerate my brain  
    and god damn, it's hard being the Kane  
    Give it to me! C'mon!  
    C'mon! Uhh!  
    Give it to me! Give it here!  
    Give it to me! Yeah..  
    This is the proper way man should use ink  
    But you're at your brink and your rhymes are extinct  
    Just like a dinosaur, but you never find a more  
    cause mine'll keep sellin on wax like some kind of whore  
    Let me inject this, flow of electric currency  
    for all the party people preferrin me  
    and spectatin like a tourist, cause you never  
    saw this style of rap kickin like Chuck Norris  
    But this ain't Kung-Fu, no I just brung you  
    a style, that phony MC's were too young to  
    digest, when I manifest, you adolescent  
    So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson  
    And this one's for your listenin pleasure  
    Somethin for all the bitin MC's to treasure  
    Just like a diary, for you to admire me  
    before you're put in the Dead Poet's Society  
    Cool as a draft, droppin math in a paragraph  
    I laugh as the wrath break in half, your whole staff  
    But many MC's were able to retreat  
    Runnin like an athlete, but I got bad feet  
    So I don't chase ya, nor do I wait to face ya  
    Nah it ain't in my nature  
    I just rip shop, flip-top, and watch MC's get dropped  
    as I manifest in hip-hop  
    Rhymes I construct are tough like a Tonka truck  
    And just like lightnin they struck  
    down on all the toy MC's that annoy  
    That's how I build and destroy  
    The poetic printer, rough rhyme inventor  
    with a groove so smooth you can't help but get into  
    So I'm advisin competition to flee  
    cause I can bake an MC like Chef Boyardee  
    Holdin my own on the microphone  
    Cause I break bones just like sticks and stones  
    So let it rain let it rain as I put em in pain  
    God damn, it's hard bein the Kane!  
    Give it to me! Get up!  
    Come on! Uhh!  
    Give it to me! Come on!  
    Give it to me! Yeahhh  
    Put in a pause, because here's the holocaust  
    Above all laws, in effect and all yours  
    Cause I came to blaze a taste of bass of grace  
    A replace, erase the waste without a trace  
    My vocabulary will just have you very  
    dazed and amazed so I fear no adversary --  
    that means competition  
    They can't even touch this, even with ammunition  
    Break out the gauge and go into an outrage  
    and I'ma still blow up the stage  
    Cause this is a death threat, but don't let your sweat get  
    in the way of your vision don't be missin when I get set  
    to go on a rampage, start a one man rage  
    Total destruction as I rip up the damn stage  
    And leave it in ruins from the damage that I'm doin  
    to prepare the atmosphere, as I put you in  
    the mood for the Smooth Operator to start this flow  
    And so..  
    I crushed and crushed and stomped the comp that tried  
    to get fly and face the ace I put em in place  
    Proceed em, retreat em, defeat em, delete em, and feed em, and eat em  
    and all the rest of that good stuff, cause I don't need em  
    Only one survivor can remain  
    And god damn, it's got to be the Kane!  
    Get up! Give it to me!  
    Give it here! C'mon!  
    C'mon! Give it to me!  
    Uhh! Put your weight on it

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