Lyrical Gymnastics

Do you know  what youre goin through
Do you like this style of rap that Im showin you
The way I flow for you   do you know
Yeah baby cmon
Ah baby baby cmon  check the rhyme to the song
Uhh  aw yeah baby cmon
Ah baby baby cmon  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 Im used to hearin  I cant believe its 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 dont kill I got refills
You cant do me none  kid you gets nothin
If my rhymes was in braille  you still couldnt touch em
Man  Im a bad cat  my style of rap is mad fat
And you know  sometimes its so sad that
Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type
And be so soft  they wouldnt even kill time right
Heres the news  you lettin the word hardcore be misused
You aint never paid dues
Be for real  you aint tough yet
The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin you a ruffneck
Your whole image is a dammmmmmmmn sham
Im glad in this business I didnt forget who I am
I always remain the kane inside a battle
*singing* never to walk in anyones 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 dont lose none  boy you get bruised son
Six million ways to die -- choose one
My rap style is like a poisonous vemon
We might as well be havin sex  the way that I put it in em
And do I crush mcs - are you kiddin me
If rappers were grapes  Id have a whole wine distillery
So  I bring it to your face  with the bass  then I blow
A rapper off the map  with the rap  when I flow
Then hit you with the skill that is ill  and I know
That all of this is good to go  cause yo
Thats the way the flavor always come
The rhymes they flow accordin to the drum
The brooklyn style caue that is where Im from
You want the funk so let me give you some
I flip on the flow on the track  just like that
Amazin the people the style of the rapppin  is quite fat
Im lickin the lyrics and shootin the gat  on the mic black
And this is for all of the rappers that like  and they bite that
The smooth operator is mellow with the saxophone
Settin the tone that make the girls relax and moan
Cause all the ladies Im givin em lots of love
Hittin more skins than a boxing glove  good god
The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some
From tall to short to thick  even the slimmie ones
Watch out goldie gimme a forty ounce of olde e
And none of you players can control me
You get the chance to see a true mack man
With skills to pay the bills  to make more stacks than
Taller than anybody elses stacks it seem
Cause the kane get more paper than a fax machine
The unforgettable  rhymes are too poetical
Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical
And I hope the record consumers dont believe the magazine rumors
Cause kane is makin a comeback  like pumas
I get rough g  and set it on your whole damn company
And bogart  like my name was humphrey
When I get through  therell be no more of them
As many rappers I burnt  I should open a crematorium
I make mad mcs give me my ps
If you try to disrespect  kid you can get these
N-u-ts  like the u-n-vs
I leave you down on your knees  down on your knee-heeees
Razor sharp  many ways of art
Source rings the chart  people praise the god
For kickin the flows so fantasitic and this one here
Were callin it lyrical gymnastics
Uhh  so baby baby cmon
Aw yeah baby cmon  and check the rhymes to the song
Uhh  ah baby baby cmon
Suki suki cmon  and Im gone