Death Sentence

I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set 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 Cause I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex I snatch the mic with grace, always with a plan And Cee'll cut the record up like Edward Scissorhands Rock the soul shack, I can't hold back Four years standin' and I still got the knack Cause 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 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 Cause I pull cards like some type of retard Hittin' MC's hard, and any other Rass Claaad I'm the predator to any competitor Scorchin' and damagin' and stompin' et centera And any MC that tries to test me I'm swellin' up his jaws big as Dizzy Gillespie Crushin' all dreams you thought were possible I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital I couldn't count the rappers 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, cause 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, cause man, you ain't poetic You're just a cheap little hooker And I gotta overlook a MC that's whack You little booga' And stand clear of the mic that I'm grippin' As I'm rippin' and flippin' and whippin' strippin' And chippin' and dippin' and dippin' And get your jury and a good defendant Cause I'm servin' a death sentence