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Come, get some, you little bumI take the cake but you can't get a crumbfrom the poetic, authentic, superiorUltimate - and all that good shitI'm the original, Asiatic, acrobaticThere you have it, now get dramaticCreatin drama when I'm on the sceneAnd I pack em in mean, like Bruce SpringsteenI profile a style that's mild and meanwhileput on trial a rap pile to exileMake you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLEAnd I'm still calm and humbleYou need another helpin hand to swing onI stand alone, but still you gotta bring onyour Batman and Robin, Cagney and LaceyStarsky and Hutch, but they still can't face meAnd if may make this one thing here clearthat's for you not to come near, PERIODSo I ain't buggin or deliriousMy swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it isAnd I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MCthat thought he was nice into Minute RiceSingle-handed, I ain't with that band stuffCause Cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruffAnd the mic I ravage, not like a savagebut in my own way of doin damageAs I design the genuine lineNow who flattop rules in eighty-nine? Warm it up, Kane (16X)..Take two other men with soul that you probably knowDeadly as Scarface, but bright as the Cosby showDon't attack rappers, but make everyone hushThey step to me, but can't stop the bumrushI make material, rich and imperialThe unique technique I speak is all originalYou like to sag and drag and gagSame old same old, but Poppa's Got a Brand New BagSo put the mic down boy, you can't work itDue to wack lyrics, it's bout to short circuitSo toss the sauce across to the boss, no remorseYou lost, with force, of course, a holocaustFirst I caught ya, then put ya through tortureYou moved wrong my son, so I taught yaJust like a guardian, that put your body inthe mood to groove with the smoove way that I'm partyinCompetition may find it spectacularScheme and fiend to take a bite like Draculaand waste the taste, cause ain't no sugar hereSo come near if you dare, you BOOGA BEARYou start hallucinatin like MagicThe wrath gets tragic, but Kane won't have itCause you tried to juice me when you're bluffinSlowed the pace, so I had to start rushinSo pick a VC date, cause you're historyHere comes Kane Scoob Scrap Jay and Mister CeeAnd this is one thing to us we ain't new toThe crew'll cast a spell on the crowd just like voodooI'm the man you can't hold backand all competition appears to be weakI meant to say wack, a vision of blurJust 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 ATony P, Sally Sal and the whole Libra Digital posseCan't forget my man Yawnskiand Smooth the Barber, you know what I'm sayin?Also, I gotta say whassup to Born True, B-Boy,and my man big Jay CeeThe whole rest of the crew, Scoob Lover my brotherScrap Lover, and DJ Mister CeeCan't forget Supreme, Abu, MelQuan and ShabazzWally D, and the rest of the brothersand of course my little brother the Little Daddy ShaneManditory end of the story, you know what I'm sayin?Peace!more