Enquiring minds wanna know, did the champ retire   So here I am, boomin like an amplifier   I clear my throat, then I float like a boat   Note for note, what I wrote you can't quote or even tote   Raps are too heavy, sharp like a machete   Pass the microphone, cause Kane is all ready   Grippin to play the part to prove that I'm in command   The Biggest Daddy of em all, and oh, Kane stands for   King Asiatic, Nobody's Equal   or Non-Equivalent, or Natural Ebony   or Now Effective, or Never Ever   Pick your definition and put it together   Cause it still comes out tastin like chocolate   With the finesse MC's never got with   Cause none of them want me to touch the mic first   They know that it only takes Kane one verse   So here's the microphone, show me what you can do   And uhh *yawning* wake me up when you're through   Just so I can go and flow and throw a blow   to show a pro and let em all know   that any MC tryin to be this lyrical   should go ask Smokey Robinson for a Miracle   I wouldn't let a rapper go one round   I'm knockin them down, just like Jim Brown   So Mister Cee, let the music play   And here's what I want y'all to say      Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)   Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon like you should)   Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)   Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (uhh!)   Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah)   Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!)   Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)   Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana      Here's a rap avalanche, MC's travel and   run run for shelter, cause they don't have a chance   Any MC caught talkin out of turn   I straighten em out just like a perm   Now let's take a second, just to recollect it   Give a little shout to the rappers that's out   Like all the East coast, MC's of today   From Run-D.M.C. on down to Kid'n'Play   The ladies like Salt-N-Pepa to Latifah   who showed the power of a woman and me a believer   Now backtrack with the musical jewel   And say peace to the old school   And all praises due to the L.A. crew   You put your state on the map and kept bringin rap through   I can't forget the brothers that's down in Miami   You're still 2 Live if you never get a Grammy   Cause personally I feel who really needs that stuff   If you ask me, it's just a bunch of makeup   There's a lot of caucasian kids that don't even know me   Cause every Billy and Joey is another David Bowie   I guess I used the wrong tools in my rhymes   * "Superfreak" * Cause when I nailed my clock, it didn't say Hammer Time   That's not a diss to my Oaktown friend   Just tellin you how it is in the musical biz   Cause I make sure that every rapper in the industry   becomes a friend of me   And Mister Cee, let the music play   And here's what I want y'all to say      Ooh! (oooh) Aah! (aaah)   Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (nanana)   Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)   Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon won'tcha c'mon)   Ooh! (ohhh) Aah! (uhhh)   Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (sing that song!)   Ooh! Aah!   Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana