"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!" -> Chuck D

"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.."



[Kane]

Here I am, are-A-W

A terrorist, here to bring trouble to

phony MC's, I move on and seize

I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease

Cause I'm at my apex and others are below

Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo

Second to none, making MC's run

So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one

I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol

And they know it, so I don't see why you all

try to front, perpetratin a stunt

when you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt

I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi

To stage a rage is what rap did to me

To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem

Cold rock a party, until the A.M.

I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle

While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a

little rhyme with authority, superiority

And captivate the whole crowd's majority

The rhymes I use definitely amuse

Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues

I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw

Cause I get RAW!



"are-A-W" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)



[Kane]

Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with

a strong song as long as you groove to this

I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped

Do damage on stage and injure the mic

As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff

While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif

Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss

The rap soloist - you don't want none of this

Supreme in this era, I reign with terror

When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a

fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them

So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem

Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro

An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no

problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough

Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off

Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip

They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped

But my apparatus is up to status

Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static

to make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head

Put it to bed, so watch what's said

Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone

Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone

I get ill and kill at will

Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill

Just stand still and chill as I build

Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!

"are-A-W" -- don't even get up

Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!



"Help me!" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)



[Kane]

The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach

the blind to find their way from A to Z

and be the most and boast the loudest rap

again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)

The heat is on, so feel the fire

come off the empire, all the more higher

Level of depth, one step beyond dope

The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE

cause I never let em on top of me

I play em out like a game of Monopoly

Let em speed around the board like an astro

Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go

Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff

but it still ain't loud enough

So let the volume increase, never to cease

I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease

Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed

Code red cause the rhymes is bein said

by the Asiatic printer of raw poetry

No hints or clues, you all know it's me

I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound

profound it's bound to go down, UHH

A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout

My comp should just drop out

Cause none of them can see me

I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe

I get RAW!

Writer : A. HARDY
Copyright : Lyrics © CAK ENTERTAINMENT INC