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

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

You little bogger

And stand clear of the mic that I'm grippin'

As I'm rippin' and flippin' and whippin' and strippin'

And chippin' and dippin' and dippin'

And get your jury and a good defendant

Cuz I'm servin' a death sentence...