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