Party people in the place

Embrace the bass as I commence to pick up the pace

And make you motivate, and accelerate

Cause like Tony the Tiger, I’m greeeat!

Always seem to come off, hard for you somehow

I mean me being wack, oh come come now

That’s quite ridiculous, so just admit you was

Thrilled, it’s on your face, and it’s conspicuous

Not that you’re on this, but my performance

Is rather exquisite, so hard is it

Or supremacy, that’s the perfect definition

But rappers keep wishing to be in my position

Know good and damn well they ain’t no competition

Huh, I gotta give it to you kid, that’s ambition

For you to perpetrate the role of me, the Big Daddy

The Big Father, naah, don’t even bother

Cause that would mean you would have to teach

Each and every one idiotic son

Trying to make it, you can’t fake it

The rhymes I recite are fully dressed and yours are butt naked

Your speech is weak, while my mine stands strong

So, all hail the man that’s here to live long







You know you heard this voice before somewhere

And when I said that I’m the Kane, you said “oh yeah!”

That brother that used to rhyme on stage with Biz

Oh he’s def,” you know what time it is

But this time I’m not assisted on the microphone

More like Patti Labelle, on my own

Just single-handed, the mic I commanded

Phony MC’s don’t understand it, and it

Is the real thing like the taste of Coke

So never sleep on me, better stay awoke

Like a gambler in Vegas, I go for broke

To make a long story short, yo I ain’t no joke

I take time and care in whatever I’m doing

And when I rock a party, I make sure that you en-

Joy what you’re hearing as I entertain

So hip hip hoolay, long live the Kane







I got the freedom of speech to use it anyway that I choose it

So all hail to the music

On exhibit, get with it, now here’s my ring

The original supreme being Black man

Point blank, the cream to rise supreme

As those go below like a submarine

Reaching and teaching a lesson that I’m giving

Addressing and impressing the crowd, so how we living?

Fine in mind, to decline is out of line

So pardon this brother as I give you mine

To say I’m not, don’t even diss yourself

Cause at times, I have to jump back and kiss myself

Long live the K, the A, the N, the E

I say the end will be

A big movement, by the time I’m through

And that’s coming from a Black man’s point of view







Now pardon me for just changing the issue

But all you sucker MC’s, it’s a must that I diss you

The way y’all be fronting has made me disgusted

Now I’mma set you straight, so so yo yo, bust it

Rappers try and hang and just swear that they can party

But the style that I’m using is just like karate

So if we ever battle you’re bound to be through

Because I got a black belt in Rap Can Do

No I’m not Chinese, it’s just rhymes like these

That destroy an MC with black belt degrees

You’re rocking a party, trying so hard to get loose

Kid sound awiiite, but I can’t taste the juice

Therefore, the job is left to me

So I get the party kicking just like Bruce Lee

But I won’t stop there, I still rock a little harder

While the toy MC’s step and say, Sayonara!



Long Live the Kane! (x2)

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