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

Creating 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 helping hand swing on

I stand alone but still you gotta bring on

You're Batman and Robin, Cagney & Lacey

Starsky and Hutch but they still can't face me

And if I may make this one thing here clear

That's for you not to come near period

So I ain't bugging or delirious

My swift tongue's like a sword that's how severe it is

And I can slice and dice a Fisher-Price emcee

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 '89?

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

Take two other man 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 bum rush

I make material rich and imperial

The unique technique I speak is all original

You like sag and drag and gag

Same old, same old, but papa's got a brand new bag

So put the mic down, boy, you can't work it

Due to wack lyrics it's about short circuit

So toss sauce across to the boss, no remorse

You lost with force of course a holocaust

First I caught you then put you through torture

You moved wrong my son so I taught you

Just like a guardian, that put your body in

The mood to groove with the smooth way that I'm partying

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 Booger Bear

You start hallucinating like magic

The wrath gets tragic but Kane won't have it

'Cause you tried to juice me when you're bluffing

Slowed the pace so I had to start rushing

So pick a BC date cause you're history

Here comes Kane Scoob Scrap Jay and Mister Cee

And this is on 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 thinking I'm competition 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 '89, you know what I'm saying?

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 saying

Also, I gotta say what's up to Born True, B Boy

And my man big Jay Z

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

Mandatory end of the story you know what I'm saying? Peace