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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?  

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