I'm about as bad as you can get
 Comin' from Bed-Stuy, that's where they do or die
 Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my
 It's not a fairy tale, a myth, it's a musical uplift
 and I'm the wrong one to mess with
 I roll on rappers like a Cherokee, bake 'em up merrily
 just like the cooks at Sara Lee
 Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your face
 and place a neck brace, about-face
 And get to steppin', because my lethal weapon
 is blowin' too fast, while you're slow as Catherine Hepburn
 What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor
 but it still wouldn't save ya
 So to the rear, step off and let the man flex
 cuz I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex
 I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan
 and Cee'll cut the recored up like Edward Scissorhands
 Rock the soul shack, I can't hold back
 Four years standin' and I still got the knack
 Cuz I remember when I first did it
 the comments that were goin' around from the next critic
 Like "Yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?"
 And now my black ass is still here like Billy Joel
 One hip-hopper that don't have to sound proper
 My broken English you can still distinguish
 And I don't have no image or no gimmicks
 and I don't have no bounds or no limits
 The Kane'll keep goin', and growin', and flowin'
 and showin' any MC, I got the best finesse to manifest
 Cuz I pull cards like some type of retard
 Hittin' MCs hard, and any other Rass Claaad
 I'm the predator to any competitor
 Scorchin' and damagin' and stompin' et cetera
 And any MC that tries to test me
 I'm swellin' up his jaws mor than Dizzy Gillespie
 Crushin' all dreams you thought were possible
 I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital
 I couldn't count the rappes I be servin'
 If defeat was sex, huh, I'd be a virgin
 My match ain't been found, movin' around, breakin' 'em down
 where the ground, never the clown, how that sound?
 Don't get gassed, cuz boy you won't last
 so take your crippled rhymes and put 'em in a cast
 You're too pathetic, bring in a paramedic
 to heal your sick rhymes, cuz man, you ain't poetic
 You're just a cheap little hooker and I gotta overlook a
 MC that's wack, ya little bogger
 And stand clear of the mic that I'm rippin'
 as I'm......???
 And get your jury and a good defendant
 cuz I'm servin' a death sentence