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    Enquiring minds wanna know, did the champ retire
    So here I am, boomin like an amplifier
    I clear my throat, then I float like a boat
    Note for note, what I wrote you can't quote or even tote
    Raps are too heavy, sharp like a machete
    Pass the microphone, cause Kane is all ready
    Grippin to play the part to prove that I'm in command
    The Biggest Daddy of em all, and oh, Kane stands for
    King Asiatic, Nobody's Equal
    or Non-Equivalent, or Natural Ebony
    or Now Effective, or Never Ever
    Pick your definition and put it together
    Cause it still comes out tastin like chocolate
    With the finesse MC's never got with
    Cause none of them want me to touch the mic first
    They know that it only takes Kane one verse
    So here's the microphone, show me what you can do
    And uhh *yawning* wake me up when you're through
    Just so I can go and flow and throw a blow
    to show a pro and let em all know
    that any MC tryin to be this lyrical
    should go ask Smokey Robinson for a Miracle
    I wouldn't let a rapper go one round
    I'm knockin them down, just like Jim Brown
    So Mister Cee, let the music play
    And here's what I want y'all to say
     
    Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
    Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon like you should)
    Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
    Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (uhh!)
    Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah)
    Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!)
    Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
    Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana
     
    Here's a rap avalanche, MC's travel and
    run run for shelter, cause they don't have a chance
    Any MC caught talkin out of turn
    I straighten em out just like a perm
    Now let's take a second, just to recollect it
    Give a little shout to the rappers that's out
    Like all the East coast, MC's of today
    From Run-D.M.C. on down to Kid'n'Play
    The ladies like Salt-N-Pepa to Latifah
    who showed the power of a woman and me a believer
    Now backtrack with the musical jewel
    And say peace to the old school
    And all praises due to the L.A. crew
    You put your state on the map and kept bringin rap through
    I can't forget the brothers that's down in Miami
    You're still 2 Live if you never get a Grammy
    Cause personally I feel who really needs that stuff
    If you ask me, it's just a bunch of makeup
    There's a lot of caucasian kids that don't even know me
    Cause every Billy and Joey is another David Bowie
    I guess I used the wrong tools in my rhymes
    * "Superfreak" * Cause when I nailed my clock, it didn't say Hammer Time
    That's not a diss to my Oaktown friend
    Just tellin you how it is in the musical biz
    Cause I make sure that every rapper in the industry
    becomes a friend of me
    And Mister Cee, let the music play
    And here's what I want y'all to say
     
    Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah)
    Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (nanana)
    Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
    Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon won'tcha c'mon)
    Ooh! (ohhh) Aah! (uhhh)
    Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!)
    Ooh! Aah!
    Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana

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