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    Somebody tell me who's that, what's that  
    It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack  
    Don't even front and try to ask who is this  
    cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah Witness  
    Stronger than Listerine, moppin up rappers like Mr. Clean  
    Oh Lord, the Kane just hit the scene  
    Booyaka bo buck, rappers have no luck  
    Cause when I come through, I'm catchin wreck, like a tow truck  
    Cause ain't no way in the world the Kane could ever, fade  
    I'm stayin on top of this thing, in order for me to get, paid  
    And anyone comin to me for a battle is gettin, slayed  
    Whenever it comes to the lyrics I'm rappin I got it, made  
    So back up off me, cause yo' rap  
    have no hap' so slow dat and act like you know dat  
    Cause you can dream about bein this up to par  
    But not even Johnny Mathis can tell you what your chances are  
    Competition I'll drill em, and definitely outskill em  
    To make the long story short, I kill em  
    Cause I face em like Jason, bizarre  
    And when I come through, it's like tchk tchk ahh  
     
    Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
    Heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
    Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
    Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
     
    Givin you mo', ready to go, kickin the flow, rippin the show  
    Comin to blow, check out a pro, look at the glow, act like you know  
    Left the lonely lonely through lyrics loose in me  
    Leave the lowlife left lingerin lost like ???  
    Anything you can imagine done to a microphone I did it  
    Ripped it, flipped it, hit it, split it, let it so dig it  
    But don't make me get ill, or chill, cause if I exercise my skill  
    rappers'll hit the floor like Johnny Gill  
    The smoothest soloist, with this to exist to bliss  
    and diss who risk to test this  
    Cause this ain't no game, I treat you like  
    a picture of my ex-girl, and rip that ass out the frame  
    I come pursuant, pursuant, pursuant, pursuant  
    and step it to him, to him, to him, to him, to him  
    I leave a rapper's career ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined  
    And watch him fade like my voice is doin, doin, doin  
    Ease back when I attack  
    Your poetry is wack so don't ask for no slack  
    Cause I'm tell you straight up, I'ma bring it son  
    You want +Poetic Justice+ go see John Singleton  
    Because a battle ain't no thing to me  
    And I don't look nothin like Tarzan  
    so don't think you can swing with me  
    Just let the Kane take control, I'd like to know  
    if you really ready for some super dynamite soul!  
     
    Then come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
    Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
    Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
    Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
     
    So what's this? A new attitude, you're tryin to act rude  
    You saw _Menace_ and now you in a gangsta mood  
    What are you kiddin me? That's the heart of stupidity  
    If you wanna be a gangsta, join the mafia in Italy  
    Fakin and frontin on stage like you're hard  
    I hope when you get to Detroit, the real thugs gon' pull your card  
    Flashin guns like you got somethin to prove G  
    What, you wanna be in the next John Singleton movie?  
    You're sayin that you're buckwhylin  
    But don't convince me, convince the brothers on the Island  
    Otherwise just forget it, unless niggaz that did ten years  
    say you a gangsta, I ain't wit it  
    Yo, I raped his mother, yo, I shot and killed him  
    Is that what you wanna get across to the children?  
    I guess you're not gonna be happy til it's for real  
    Four year old kids, doin drivebys on Big Wheels  
    Or maybe you wanna see it be more fatal  
    like Kindergarten kids, tryin to cook crack with Play-Doh  
    Now I don't mean to take the fun out the jam  
    I just want some to understand about the gun in the hand  
    We gotta show our people how to live equal  
    Peace out, I'm catchin folks on the sequel  
     
    It go, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
    Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
    Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go!  
    Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe  
    And yo I got the funky flow  
    So let yourself go

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