ill make u beat it like michael/a lyrical psycho and i just might go/commit another murder culprit with fingerprints/to match the crime on a rhymes cuz time after time/i cant stop slayin' emcees its like a abattoir/the dirty chores is mine dearly for u to compete is asinine/so pop in the alphine and press play parlay/to my soothin' rhymes smooth as luther flex on ya like luger/.who wanna test the best/got plex on ya chest/ill just pull out my lyrical bop gun and put ya to rest/most label me-
I thought I was dreaming but I recently discovered that this instrumental is used on the opening of Way Too Early with Willie Geist on MSNBC. I've been waking up to the show ever since!
girl in sexy voice cold warm warmer Hot im a lil by cold let me warm up hand warmer hands ready to catch fire on the pen in pad(warm)well i might add that this line aint ment to be pass case im out righting yall outsighting yall when the pad got me jumping like frooger on cocanie (hot)hope the verse didn't blow your vain about to get hot as soon as she strokes my vain blood exploding sometimes its like asking men why do you have a menstrual cycle its like im puting blood on a pad why you acting mad not made or should i bring the heat on ya ass you need some shade to evade sorry to rain on your parade my bars just heating just heating up like dead meat on a grill thats something you cant evade .
Yo,check it out,yo,I remember when I was just a kid bboying on breakbeats,now I'm causing havoc on the streets,I'mma lyrical beast and I'mma crush you in a piece if you call yourself raw and ain't rhymin shit,my spirit flows like it's holy and murders gimmicks,so what if I'm white I still murder shit with my lyrics,fuck critics,I'm still here screaming fuck politics and causing anarchy,86 percent of rappers ain't on my pedigree,I still murder shit lyrically,wanna know my secret? Rhyming bitches,that's only thing that lacks in nowadays business,fuck yo paper,I'm a sinister dressed like a Darth Vader and don't make me take out my lightsaber,I'm a genious,I'mma shock you all like Darth Sidious,vicious when I smash you in pieces,I ain't no joke,you can kiss this fist,Kit Fisto's back in this shit with Yoda scratching the record and flaming on this beat,I'm still derranged with hidden rage on the page and unleashing the demon out of a cage,I'm like Trevor from GTA V,I'm on a mothafuckin rampage,y'all can clap me but y'all will never get me,you should respect me,I'm doing something for Hip Hop's community,don't tryna reject me,I got a crazy juice like Rakim and when it comes to rapping I never sweat the technique,I'm not weak,every week I get even more complex so watch your mouth bitch
when i spit..much luv 2 ya kane..yea u got my respect..i just wanna drop .7 grams on the track..yes yung.. I am..But even Babies" have to grow..guess some of these wack ass rappers dnt Grow..kinda like yo pockets u got that rap play dough..me i get it in..out da hood "Yae" aint know..but now im Drug Free..blowin major trees..why errbody in the rap smokin weed..an rollin joints no blunts..like wiz khalif..bi i been doing that we smoke swisher sweets...checkout the channel
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 Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane 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 Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane Warm it up, Kane 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, be 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? Peace!
Adam B. Smith back then I was 13 and we had dance groups and would perform at block parties and talent shows to this and other classic hip hop tracks... memories those were the days
im far ahead of yall just like a Foreshadow/ In a battle one me, but you should check the floor shadows/ started out wit 4 shadows, then ended wit a million, cant party inside, might end up wit no ceiling/ "raise the roof times 2" a flow foes really aint hopin to die 2,so hype gotta flow they open ya eyes 2...set ya alarms/ got women obsessed wit my charms, they wake up happy, then be upset cuz im gone... Warmin it up from Brooklyn...
Step back step in and let me begin, i got the juice.......pass me some gin, hands move fast you think i got ten, fingers cut quick over and over again, no half stepin or half styles needed, fools fade away and i remain undefeated, ***KAYFABE***
Grabbed the Mic' young like Cus d'amato/forrest whitaker high, it got my eyes low/ opponents wear a disguise dont think that i kno, but i kno kill em quick then watch em die slow/they try hard, but i forgot to mention/ they also die hard, without the vengeance/ some spitball & get redemption, the others pitfall, cant even get out a sentence/ they freeze up like Dr. Victor, raps a sickness, & im handing out prescriptions/
