Warm it Up, Kane

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

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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, B-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!