Warm It Up, Kane

[Verse 1]
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!
For 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 flat top rules in '89?

[Hook]
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!

[Verse 2]
Take two of the 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 to 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 that's 'bout to short-circuit
So toss the sauce across to the boss
No remorse, you lost, with force I cause a holocaust
First I caught ya, then put ya through torture
You moved wrong, my son, so I taught ya
Just like a guardian, now put your body in
The mood to groove with the smooth 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 B.C. 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 to think of them competing, I say, "Huh!"

[Hook]
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!

[Outro]
Genuine for '89, 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-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 to the story, you know what I'm sayin'?
Peace!