[Kane *singing*]



Do You Know, What You're Goin Through?



Do You Like This Style Of Rap That I'm Showin You?



The Way I Flow For You.. Do You Know?




[Kane *rapping*]



Yeah Baby C'mon



Ah Baby Baby C'mon, Check The Rhyme To The Song



Uhh, Aw Yeah Baby C'mon



Ah Baby Baby C'mon, And Check The Rhyme To The Song



One Double Nine To The Four, Gotta Keep Em On The Floor



And Put Some Real Lyrics Back In The Hardcore



What I'm Used To Hearin, I Can't Believe It's Gone



But Now Just Like A Grill Inside Burger King, The Beef Is On



When I Come, Rappers Begin To Speak In Degrees



I Even Make Sisters With Voices _Weak In The Knees_



So Run For Your Lives, Kane With The Pen



Is Like Freddy With The Glove Full Of Knives



Who Wanna Test These Skills, Come See How It Feels



I Pull You One Verse, If That Don't Kill I Got Refills



You Can't Do Me None, Kid You Gets Nothin



If My Rhymes Was In Braille, You Still Couldn't Touch Em



Man, I'm A Bad Cat, My Style Of Rap Is Mad Fat



And You Know, Sometimes It's So Sad That



Rappers Today Be Comin As The Gangster Rhyme Type



And Be So Soft, They Wouldn't Even Kill Time Right



Here's The News, You Lettin The Word Hardcore Be Misused



You Ain't Never Paid Dues



Be For Real, You Ain't Tough Yet



The Razor Bumps On Your Throat Is The Only Thing Makin You A Ruffneck



Your Whole Image Is A Dammmmmmmmn Sham



I'm Glad In This Business I Didn't Forget Who I Am



I Always Remain The Kane Inside A Battle



*singing* Never To Walk In Anyone's Shadow



I Do My Own Thing, I Do A Thing Of My Own



And With My Competition I Let It Be Known



That Battles I Don't Lose None, Boy You Get Bruised Son



Six Million Ways To