Let Yourself Go

[Verse 1] Somebody tell me who's that, what's that It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack Don't even front and try to ask who is this Cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah witness Stronger than listerine, moppin' up rappers like Mr. Clean Oh Lord, the Kane just hit the scene Booyaka bo buck, rappers have no luck Cause when I come through, I'm catchin' wreck, like a tow truck Cause ain't no way in the world the Kane could ever, fade I'm stayin' on top of this thing, in order for me to get, paid And anyone comin' to me for a battle is gettin', slayed Whenever it comes to the lyrics I'm rappin' I got it, made So back up off me, cause yo' rap Have no hap' so slow dat and act like you know dat Cause you can dream about bein' this up to par But not even Johnny Mathis can tell you what your chances are Competition I'll drill em, and definitely out-skill em To make the long story short, I kill em Cause I face em like Jason, bizarre And when I come through, it's like tchk tchk ahh [Chorus] Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! [Verse 2] Givin' you mo', ready to go, kickin' the flow, rippin' the show Comin' to blow, check out a pro, look at the glow, act like you know Left the lonely lonely through lyrics loose in me Leave the lowlife left lingerin' lost like Anything you can imagine done to a microphone I did it Ripped it, flipped it, hit it, split it, let it so dig it But don't make me get ill, or chill, cause if I exercise my skill Rappers'll hit the floor like Johnny Gill The smoothest soloist, with this to exist to bliss And diss who risk to test this Cause this ain't no game, I treat you like A picture of my ex-girl, and rip that ass out the frame I come pursuant, pursuant, pursuant, pursuant And step it to him, to him, to him, to him, to him I leave a rapper's career ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined And watch him fade like my voice is doin', doin', doin' Ease back when I attack Your poetry is wack so don't ask for no slack Cause I'm tell you straight up, I'ma bring it son You want poetic justice go see John Singleton Because a battle ain't no thing to me And I don't look nothin' like Tarzan So don't think you can swing with me Just let the Kane take control, I'd like to know If you really ready for some super dynamite soul! [Chorus] [Verse 3] So what's this? A new attitude, you're tryin' to act rude You saw menace and now you in a gangsta mood What are you kiddin' me? That's the heart of stupidity If you want to be a gangsta, join the mafia in Italy Fakin' and frontin' on stage like you're hard I hope when you get to Detroit, the real thugs gon' pull your card Flashin' guns like you got somethin' to prove G What, you want to be in the next John Singleton movie? You're sayin' that you're buckwhylin' But don't convince me, convince the brothers on the island Otherwise just forget it, unless niggaz that did ten years Say you a gangsta, I ain't wit it Yo, I raped his mother, yo, I shot and killed him Is that what you want to get across to the children? I guess you're not gonna be happy til it's for real Four year old kids, doin' drive-bys on Big Wheels Or maybe you want to see it be more fatal Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh Now I don't mean to take the fun out the jam I just want some to understand about the gun in the hand We gotta show our people how to live equal Peace out, I'm catchin' folks on the sequel [Chorus]