Tonalità: D major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Hey yo,
drop it like it's hot, Kane, drop it like it's hot
Yo, pick up the microphone
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and gimme what you got
Verse 2
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drop it like it's hot,
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scoob, drop it like it's hot
Pick up your microphone,
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it's time to rock the spot
Verse 3
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god, tell me,
is it really him?
The legendary lyri
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cist makin' matters grim?)
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Because when I start to flow
the results are so deadly
Rappers start shakin' like
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the legs on Elvis Presley
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Sayin' (it's him,
the great) that's how I intimidate
But I just came to get my shit
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off, so I give them a break
Em
And pickin' up the microphone
after I left
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Is like givin' mouth- to- mouth to a corpse,
a waste of breath
Em
In other words,
I don't leave no remains for you
(Forget the men,
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that's the evil that kane'll do)
I bring it raw, gee, too hardcore, gee
The only way you could fuck
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with me is in a orgy
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The magnificent,
none can come swifter than
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Cool as, but my skin color is different
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We got the milk and honey
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My rhymes are just like Abraham Lincoln's
face (on the money)
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Makin me freshest on the land,
but let's not forget
That if I rapped under wa
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ter they'd be aquafresh
The best, oh yes, I guess (wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait
You said that shit in '88)
Oh, I originate and create
the great to dictate
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And regulate chumps and set em straight
Em
I get my point across because
the boss is truly yours
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The source to the force, so put it on pause
Em
The one that assures applause,
never took a loss
Stronger than some olde e quarts
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to a can of coors
In other words it's hazardous to your health
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So don't do it to yourself
Verse 4
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Don't do it to yourself, don't do it
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Yo, you better not do it, you better not
Verse 5
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do it to yourself, don't do it
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Em
Yo, you better not do it,
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you better not
Verse 6
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(Stop right there, you better freeze,
cease
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Don't make me put my timberland
boot to your grill piece
Em
Big scoob from brooklyn comin through,
don't start me
Don't make me turn your jam
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into a tec- 9 party)
Verse 7
Hey yo, what in the world would
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ever possess you
To think that you could touch me
Or even try to come above me
Or even think that you could flow
this lovely?
Nobody, and I mean nobody on
this whole planet can stand it
I rip it apart, and flip up the art
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cause I'm the best, damn it
Em
I crush rappers for the hell of it, defeat,
I never tell of it
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So anything else you heard
is irrelevant
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(You're not on the level) man,
you're not even close to me
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(Step to the Kane) and get bagged
just like grocery
Em
So spare yourself the misfortune
and proceed with caution
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Eb
Cause I don't just burn rappers, I torch em
Em
With a skilled- out style
that's mad diesel
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And I got hemorrhoids from
shittin' on so many people
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I crush those who oppose
with blows to your nose
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When it comes to my crew (that's the way
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love goes)
The chocolate city for black
Cesar incorporated
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Em
(and all of the soft get faded)
So before you step to me use
your head
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And you better think about
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it more than special ed
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Cause trust me, kid,
it ain't like goin' against anyone else
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I'm tellin' you, don't
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do it to yourself
Verse 8
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Dm
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Em
Don't do it to yourself,
don't do it
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Eb
Em
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Yo, you better not do it, you better not
Verse 9
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do it to yourself, don't do it
Dm
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Yo, you better not do it, you better not
Outro 1
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