K.Y.A.
KYA
KYA
I kick your ass in the big match
It got pretty violent and in came the dispatch
A bit mad
You can ask my main man
He came ready with the van with his master plan
The sprinklers turned on cause this is some heat
This goes stupid so you call it a dumb beat
It bumps hard just like the drums
I cross you up, and I leave you on your bum
No coke and rum
I just ask for the sprite
No caffeine, I wanna go to sleep at night
They call me MC, rappers delight
I rest you on the ground, so nappers, sleep tight
No grim reaper, or big features
Or teachers or preachers, or any mean creatures
You cannot step to the big man
If you come any forward, your ass get a kablam!
The rhyming is so fast
My mic is bursting up in flames
And you try to tell me stop
But I can't play any games
So you think you can hold against my will
I can't be tamed
This is not the fastest I can go
Listen to wrath of Kane
You can't infiltrate the base I control
It is in my power
It's not time for any horse playing
I'm the man of the hour
Issa flow I can carry on for hours and hours and hours
The words I constantly devour
It is so unstoppable
Catching my breath like some trout
If you can hate me some more, than I'll show you what I'm all about
It's no doubt
I carry on like running back
He got me some milk but he ain't even coming back
This is the 21st era
The way I make my words flow
I make it like McNamara
And control it like Castro
Or I'm the head of office like Kennedy
I don't mess with republican my enemies
Release them out the gates like Nixon
KYA
I kick your ass in the big match
It got pretty violent and in came the dispatch
A bit mad
You can ask my main man
He came ready with the van with his master plan
The sprinklers turned on cause this is some heat
This goes stupid so you call it a dumb beat
It bumps hard just like the drums
I cross you up, and I leave you on your bum
No coke and rum
I just ask for the sprite
No caffeine, I wanna go to sleep at night
They call me MC, rappers delight
I rest you on the ground, so nappers, sleep tight
No grim reaper, or big features
Or teachers or preachers, or any mean creatures
You cannot step to the big man
If you come any forward, your ass get a kablam!
The rhyming is so fast
My mic is bursting up in flames
And you try to tell me stop
But I can't play any games
So you think you can hold against my will
I can't be tamed
This is not the fastest I can go
Listen to wrath of Kane
You can't infiltrate the base I control
It is in my power
It's not time for any horse playing
I'm the man of the hour
Issa flow I can carry on for hours and hours and hours
The words I constantly devour
It is so unstoppable
Catching my breath like some trout
If you can hate me some more, than I'll show you what I'm all about
It's no doubt
I carry on like running back
He got me some milk but he ain't even coming back
This is the 21st era
The way I make my words flow
I make it like McNamara
And control it like Castro
Or I'm the head of office like Kennedy
I don't mess with republican my enemies
Release them out the gates like Nixon
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Gaetano
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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