Ooh, Aah, Nah-Nah-Nah

Inquiring minds want to 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 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 to 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

'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