Kaancepts

Kaan! Kaan!

Another psychotic episode, I need my medication

Hyperventilating ‘bout to have a panic attack in public

Discussing this with the publicist while I’m meditating

All I spit is heat, so is this room properly ventilated?

I’m giving a high the way that I murder a track, I never relax

You feel like you fucking with me and my flow, but you isn’t my nigga that shit is a rest

So I’m playing a random event, I’m taking that beat and not giving it back

I’m putting that right in your face

Just to reverse the verse I’m rehearsing

Disperse a curse, that’s a MRSA for certain

I’ve been conversing, confirming your inadvertent conversion within this version

Cohersion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion, assured

While I’m emerging, concerning my insecurities, I even said that last line insecurely

That’s the second time that I won’t say this

The polling is pouring out of my pores to the potion

But come proportionate force, an abortion is purer than bustling fortune abortion

I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating

A formulation of duress in a combination

Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable

Vitamin for the fighters, injectable not digestible

Address the microphone with the tone of any professional

Impressed with impeccable lines, every time, it’s incredible

My rhyme’s highly respectable, penetrating the posher

You pompous imposter, que pasa papa? I did it proper

Why lead a penne and pasta, call that Jack or I’m Obliterator

While reiterating this honest pronunciation of reciprocation

The eloquation within my innovation

You should hasten on that replication

This is elevation

Like an application. I need to see your credentials

Massage a pen in my pencil

Get loose on an instrumental

With sentimental, incidental

The sound was more intrusive wasn’t conducive

I be the one that will lose it

Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it

I wanted to set the fuse

And given the realest of muse, never to be able to use it

There was no way to refuse it

Given the voice said that it uses

But when I wanted em all in a piece

In that vision I see when I see when I step on a beat

I’m making, I’m breaking, I’m giving them all I can say

But I do understand that the music is fake

Created itself in order to relate

They love it or hate it the minute we make it

We winning it all but not be able to take it

And never would lead you astray? A talent that I might display?

We give it a round of applause

I said, I’m trying to make the motherfucking world rise

With the rhymes that I comprise

The lyrics synchronize the softer part, then analyze

Now watch it photosynthesize

I’m still in that state of infancy

I’m not looking for empathy, why the fuck would you envy me?

MC is automatic for enemies at the embassy

Emphasizing the motion created within the energy

Enterprising my mind to the single pace to infinity

Venturing to divinity

Da Vinci with division, delivered with ill intention

But if you don’t pay attention I’m placing you in detention

Without an honorable mention

Your ranks are filled with dissension

My bars are filled with dimensions

Demented like it’s dementia, descending upon defenders

For pinning a pawn dependent depicted within in this sentence

I’m a mild man, a pascifist, massacring the masochists

Murdering, blasting the masses off to massive amounts

They probably give a better effort if they knew what really counts

But if you keep it real and build, then you’ll put bills in your accounts

I’m not a mathematician — this rhythm arithmetic

So I'mma teach you algebra, dumb it down for you simpletons

If (y = mx + me) then I must be an MC that’s obscene in my scene, but my C

I haven’t even touched on the square roots of my averages

The 3.14 pi divided with savages

This ain’t a dead democracy

My flow’s totalitarian

Battling with barbarians

Buried them barely breathing. while coughing, wheezing with heathens

I’m digging ditches and heaving dirt over my left shoulder

You introduce a Jehovah

Suppose the fool that’s in front of me started running and stumbling

Mumbling something out of his lips till I slit his wrist

And I tied him up to a cross and I started off with incisions

Insisting on silence for this crucifixion

The victim was tortured for hours

Scorched by a blowtorch till the toes are burned to a fricassee

And now I’m carving all of the flesh, what’s left of it, crispily

I’m vividly visualizing my victory

I’m pushing the vascular vein down to the main artery

The smell of death induces vomiting, I’m violent with a bayonet

Filleted his fingertips to get rid of the evidence

I’m pulling out his canines, molars, and bicuspids

While following in the footsteps of all of my fucking idols

From Jack the Ripper, to John Wayne Gacy and Jeffrey Dahmer

The Black Dahlia killer and even the Cleveland Butcher

Who take a subject and slice it with a surgical precision

Even though I’m only kidding, I’ve lost faith in the music

And every song that I hear is amusing, it’s so confusing

You would rather have a nigga acting like a buffoon

Give him a clown costume, with the floppy shoes and the red nose

And don’t forget the diamond chain to go with his expensive clothes

Perpetuating an image that no one can afford it

You motherfuckers sicker than an original ignorance

I pick the microphone up and give you something that’s different

Just open up your ears when I appear and start listening

It’s Kaan

[Outro]

I shall leave you as you left me. As you left her!

Alone for all eternity, at the center of a dead planet

Buried alive… buried alive…

Kaan! Kaan!