So here I am, boomin like an amplifier
 I clear my throat, then I float like a boat
 Note for note, what I wrote you can't quote or even tote
 Raps are too heavy, sharp like a machete
 Pass the microphone, cause Kane is all ready
 Grippin to play the part to prove that I'm in command
 The Biggest Daddy of em all, and oh, Kane stands for
 King Asiatic, Nobody's Equal
 or Non-Equivalent, or Natural Ebony
 or Now Effective, or Never Ever
 Pick your definition and put it together
 Cause it still comes out tastin like chocolate
 With the finesse MC's never got with
 Cause none of them want me to touch the mic first
 They know that it only takes Kane one verse
 So here's the microphone, show me what you can do
 And uhh *yawning* wake me up when you're through
 Just so I can go and flow and throw a blow
 to show a pro and let em all know
 that any MC tryin to be this lyrical
 should go ask Smokey Robinson for a Miracle
 I wouldn't let a rapper go one round
 I'm knockin them down, just like Jim Brown
 So Mister Cee, let the music play
 And here's what I want y'all to say

 Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
 Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon like you should)
 Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
 Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (uhh!)
 Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah)
 Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!)
 Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
 Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana

 Here's a rap avalanche, MC's travel and
 run run for shelter, cause they don't have a chance
 Any MC caught talkin out of turn
 I straighten em out just like a perm
 Now let's take a second, just to recollect it
 Give a little shout to the rappers that's out
 Like all the East coast, MC's of today
 From Run-D.M.C. on down to Kid'n'Play
 The ladies like Salt-N-Pepa to Latifah
 who showed the power of a woman and me a believer
 Now backtrack with the musical jewel
 And say peace to the old school
 And all praises due to the L.A. crew
 You put your state on the map and kept bringin rap through
 I can't forget the brothers that's down in Miami
 You're still 2 Live if you never get a Grammy
 Cause personally I feel who really needs that stuff
 If you ask me, it's just a bunch of makeup
 There's a lot of caucasian kids that don't even know me
 Cause every Billy and Joey is another David Bowie
 I guess I used the wrong tools in my rhymes
 * "Superfreak" * Cause when I nailed my clock, it didn't say Hammer Time
 That's not a diss to my Oaktown friend
 Just tellin you how it is in the musical biz
 Cause I make sure that every rapper in the industry
 becomes a friend of me
 And Mister Cee, let the music play
 And here's what I want y'all to say

 Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah)
 Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (nanana)
 Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
 Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon won'tcha c'mon)
 Ooh! (ohhh) Aah! (uhhh)
 Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!)
 Ooh! Aah!
 Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana