I guess that I don't care and I look good to you Everybody done try to tell me we's through But I don't really know 'cause you never woulda told me Well the night before you left I could tell and I could see You really did not want to hold me So I just faced the wall and tried to imagine The words you should have written In those letters that you wrote Telling me that everything was fine I'd given both my legs And what's left of my heart Just for the real deal this time I know that I've been here and you've been there Please don't tell me that I don't care I'm just trying to keep it all together You pulled the wool right over my eyes Guess I should not act surprised I'm just holding tight for better weather Words you should have written In those letters that you wrote Telling me that everything was fine I'd given both my legs And what's left of my heart Just for the real deal this time

Hey mister punk rock been a scenester for a decade all it earned you was a headache and some bad tattoos hey kid what's in the backpack? Are you planning to stay a while, or just until the new style fades? I know you wanna be different just like everybody else I know you want an alternative as long as it's been picked out for you. It's OK we've established the rules--you've got the clothes, the hair, the shoes and you've got holes in places that your Mom will never know. I know you're worried about selling out like everybody else. You try so hard to take it personal--just have fun, enjoy the show. You don't have to act like it's the end of the world you could have picked a better place to throw your attitude around. It's only music--what's the big deal?

I'm feeling calm, but I'm never relaxed I feel it coming, but I'm holding it back I'm on the edge, but I never attack I'm straight off the moment, but I still come back like that I'm a strong man, weaker than I once was Weed and bramble, still hard to handle I can hold my own if you need me I'm standing here, can you see me? Sometimes I'm standing where I wanna be Sometimes I hate you, but you feel so nice I know you think I'm gone But I'm all in, don't get me wrong Sometimes I know I'm gonna lose it I'm all caught up, I'm faking Without you, I'd be gone Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong I got a past, but it's present tense I keep it covered like it's rubber cement I got a side that you ain't seen yet I know I'm looking dry, but I'm feeling soaking wet I'm a razor, walking on a tight thread A contradiction stranger than the fiction I'm flying blind, but I can see you Don't run away, I still need you Sometimes I'm standing where I wanna be Sometimes I hate you, but you feel so nice I know you think I'm gone But I'm all in, don't get me wrong Sometimes I know I'm gonna lose it I'm all caught up, I'm faking Without you, I'd be gone But don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong Now, can you hear me? Say how you're feeling Tie all the lines we've drawn And let's just hold on Sometimes I'm standing where I wanna be Sometimes I hate you, but you feel so nice I know you think I'm gone But I'm all in, don't get me wrong Sometimes I know I'm gonna lose it I'm all caught up, I'm faking Without you, I'd be gone Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong

On the Black Ceasar tip, my dialogue is just like A frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog I'm the untouchable, never to be took out A Sexy Mother. ooh child, Prince look out! I'm keepin girls of all shades on my trail From a Sister Act down to a Single White Female Cause when I hit the skins they all say, "Damn Kane - You knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign" But if you think that lickin toes makes me weak You better treat me like Freddy Krueger: don't sleep I write raps, ready to rip and rock real rough rhymes Run in rugged and raw, rapidly ruinin roaches Point blank - I spell murder to a bum All you backwards rappers - REDRUM, REDRUM! Cause I do em somethin awful, break em down to a morsel Makin sure that you're no longer adorable Rappers get so quiet when I'm comin, that if they Shitted a dictionary, you couldn't get a word from em It's sort of a tradition in Bed-Stuy to do or die So steppin to me is suicide I couldn't think of a rapper takin mines I feel like Ali, "I'm the greatest of all times" Floatin like a butterfly, stingin like a bee Yeah I know this ain't boxin but that's still my pedigree But as for you, you have no appeal How you get a record deal? Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing changed The way I shoot off lyrics like a firin range Breakin out in a cold sweat - the death threat Gettin more props than a movie set The smooth microphone assassin, rhymes keep blastin Uhh, I keep the body count massive But if you say you increased the Bodycount troop You must admit that you joined Ice-T's group Cause you ain't hurtin niggedy nuthin, so why you bluffin? Tryin to be the new Big Daddy SOMETHIN But there's only, before me, no one is?, huh You couldn't come Pryor if your name was Richard Cause I'm the Alpha and Omega Arm-Leg-uh-Leg-uh-Arm-Head, stayin raw til I'm dead And to battle me you shouldn't even try Cause with wings on your tongue, you still couldn't say nothin fly And I don't care if you bring a crew And I don't even care if someone else writes for you Man you could even be someone the crowd may just like but shoot You couldn't see me with a bifocal mic Check my resume, Rap Masters, word up Yo! MTV, BET, The Box and all that good stuff And Billboard for my five year duration And see that I got more spots than a dalmation Let's get down to finish this large You could bring on your whole squad, none of you chumps are hard All that garbage you mumble ain't real and seriously, seriously How you get a record deal? A lot of rappers today, wonder Should I ask Kane to write rhymes for me to say? Well you're god damn right you should Cause my rhymes are like spandex, they make any ass seem good So act like you know Baby Pop When I riggedy rock the higgedy hip-hop non stop, as I Freak the funk and flip the flavor to flow with the flyest A fury full force in the flames of the fire, now May these MC's rest in peace Because when I come to town, the population decrease I leave em finished, dead and that's that, huh Not even Pet Semetary could bring em back I slay my pray, A to K, I tell em like Jennifer Holiday No no no no no noooooooooooo way! That you could ever touch this, no you know how I feel? I think you bought your record deal.