Unda Presha

[Verse 1]

Somebody get the God Kane, I know he'll back you up

Kick a rhyme spectacular, think the nigga think he Blacula

I seen somebody trying to get him with sunlight

Somehow it wasn't done right, then he just laced him with one bite

Go for the jugular vein, that's my new thing

How did he do it with two fangs, think they were gold like Wu-Tang

Your luck has been changed, you're left strucken with pain

Well good for your ass kid, that's what you get for fucking with Kane

See, I creep on MCs like po' nine and take rhymes the whole nine

To dig in you rappers like a coalmine

Now look what I dug me, somebody better turn me off or try to unplug me

Ooh it's starting to get ugly

Don't miss this, hold on with a clenched fist

As I tongue the microphone down just like a french kiss

Relentless with lyrics that be brutal, hip-hop I stay true to

Put it on you like voodoo

[Chorus]

Unda presha, niggas unfold and felt the heat

Possessed with the Brooklyn techniques we freak

Ayyo Kane, hit us off with that shit one time

They can't believe it, infatuated hardcore rhymes

[Verse 2]

When you digging out your girl from behind, you're gonna find

The reason that her eyes are closed, Black Caesar's on her mind

Your royal smoothness, honeys out there know how it goes

Even cabesa de pollos that habla Espanol

Dig this now, run for your life to get away but none do

Even if you escape just tell me who can you run to

Test the stupendous, tell me what was you to gain

Internal bleeding due to Kane

Boom bow bow, ooh the pain

Nobody's equal, keep it lethal and diesel, to see to the people

And reach your cerebral cause that's how we do

The pain gets inflicted, fake MCs get evicted

Face it, truth of the matter is just that I'm too hard to get with

Since days of Pro Keds, I shined over mad heads, roll up on you like the feds

Rip your whole set to shreds

A crash or a wreck, because I mash for respect

Only thing I want to know now is, is this cash or a check?

[Chorus]

Unda presha, niggas unfold and felt the heat

Possessed with the Brooklyn techniques we freak

Ayyo Kane, hit us off with that shit one time

They can't believe it, infatuated hardcore rhymes

[Verse 3]

Ain't no question, I'm suffering a bad case of lyrical congestion

Not the one for testing

Come mess with and end up with your chest split

No not because of cardiac, but because how hard he act

I'm recognized as the microphone destroyer

Competition minds up in the state of paranoia

I said if you're scared get a dog

So by tomorrow you'll probably see twenty rappers walking with Rottweilers

Your gimmick is primitive and impotent

You won't win with it so limit it

Before I make your body start to hemorrhage

Just when you thought that you was burning me

You found yourself bleeding internally

Now you heads is learning see

I stay in there sincere

You commence prayer, your heart begins fear cause there ain't no wins here

Huh never kid, even with leverage

I can rock your headpiece worse than the wop ever did

I damage a amateur with a lack of stamina

Petty grammar will leave you for the medical examiner

You come talking about some stay real

I have you hitting high notes like Curtis cause of pain that you may feel

So many tried to infiltrate but couldn't penetrate

Now they disintegrate as money generate

From who? The living legend, true indeed, hip hop veteran

Whipass is probably out there but I swear I never met him

Give me mine