Uncut, Pure (Remix)

See the crowd in an uproar acting unstable

Here comes Dark Gable raps remarkable

Mic ripper, cash flipper, Cristal sipper

Derrie're batalliere that's French for ass whipper

Long time putting work in this, to be tremendous

If I'm not the best then I'm a damn striking resemblance

I roll the dice on the streets that be cold as ice

And cause great disturbance just like a poltergeist

I come attacking this enrage to disengage the missing page

To the newest in age that's hitting stage

For I be one that knows the art

To get you up and out your seat, if you was Rosa Parks

Tell me how much can you take from me the man to make

Rhymes that's so butter my breath smell like land o lakes

You know the lick, seen me hit em like a brick

Plus my posse run thick, not that click from Mario flick

Beware of one of the best they be

You wanna test the God I hope you mean a SAT

Because your poetasterous style it plain bore me

Pardon the vainglory, but here's the Kane story



(Chorus)

Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door

About to give you more of the raw

Point yo hands up to the sky



(Verse 2)

Fuck the chorus

And let the lyrics sit up in the track like rigamortis

I spit a few to listen to when this I do it's as if as you

Was invisible it'll make your life miserable

Hip-hop icon, keep a grip like a python

I be that wrong one to get fly on

Boy you got to get that playa hatin' out you

That's the other side of the game and I ain't Erykah Badu

Black Caesar, don't you even reach my way

You'd sooner find a vital point that's on Priest Pai Mae

I heat it up to where I pasteurize half the guys

A fast demise disaster lies as he dies

Confront one of the best at rhyming

What I write it be so rough that my ink pen need alignment

The untouchable, don't want to tempt me

I come kicking through your door, unlawful entry

It be me, even though none of y'all want to see me

For real, damn I know how Jehovah's witness feel

I remember how I formed it up

Cause I took what was raw and then I warmed it up

Turned the fire down to simmer as I calmed it up

But take a look I think the Kane about to overcook

Come and get it, but you better come with paramedics

Cause you couldn't bring it to me if you worked for Fed Ex

I come cutting through split his gut in two

I touch em what em do you know the style ain't nothing new



(Chorus)

Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door

About to give you more of the raw

Point yo' hands up to the sky, high

Get on down baby we keep it live

(Repeat)



(Verse 3)

A good game it lets the plot thicken

But the thing that just ain't clickin'

Is the way y'all legalize trickin'

You talk about your ride and you don't even got one

But I can pull a hot one, when inside of a Datsun

The wicked in the bed, plus the wicked in the head

When I shoot the game, it's like my tongue got infra red

Let the Messiah take you higher as I supply ya' what you require

Desire and admire it entire

Sudden impact as I'm guttin' em black

Closest thing to me would be; nothin' in fact

I come with more in skill, to always score and kill

Females adore and thrill, sweeter thang than Lauryn Hill

As I return with a vengeance, here comes the day of independence

Approach them all with some bad intentions

In other words I'm making them resign, diminish mine

Runnin' through them like a finish line



(Chorus)