Lyrics:

K to the izz-A, N to the izz-O
This year niggers better know what dizz-O
Fuck everyday lay on the low
I'll blow and stay on the road
And still do raves just pay me the dough
Fuck albums I can bait from shows
Ah come on you niggers know
That I'm on top and you's are below
Once again its K to the izz-A, it's nothing
I murk MC's every dizz-A, it's nothing
On stage murk at the rave, it's nothing
K-A I don't play
A problem when I came in the game
Murk like Cassidy did Freeway
Dem boy they don't want it with Kane
I say dem boy they don't want it with Kane
They don't want it with K to the A
I'm so real its not games that I play
You dumb pricks don't wanna make a mistake
Cos you make in a month what I make in a day
If you're a top boy I'm taking your place, get brave and I'm breaking your face
You're eating, I'm taking the plate, I don't give a fuck who you are
They got about 10 man coming out cars, I was like 'Is it on?' they was like 'Nah'
I was like 'Fuck it' they was like 'Bruh 1 1 for kill bruh yeh take it too far!!!'
What the fuck did you expect two cars?
No 38 just 32 bars
I'm a bad boy, roll with bad boys
I'm back boy, don't make me get the strap boy, brap

Yeah, its over for certain niggers this year
'05 no niggers getting stripes of KA
Nothing long, Beats & Bars, brap brap
Here we go again
I'm way too much
Spit like a dan, don't say too much
Don't roll in raves two up
My crews up for it they're way too nuts
You could say I'm marga, I don't do weights too much
But I'm so heavy you thought I weigh too much
No I don't rate you much
Like I box, my boys can't wait to break you up
Like on I say Kane's moved up
You seen how many girls that K's moved up?
You heard how much money Kano's getting?
You seen how many girls that Kano's fucked? He's fucked
Look prick, I'm a pimp, never mind me
I mind my business, chicks wanna whine me
If it's beef in the street you will find me
2 guns up like like Sheek and Styles P
I got style, CD's and stoneys
Waiting on a few more G's for the rolly
My MC fee's going up slowly
You can book me for a G now phone me
Half up front, owe me the rest
No drama the ravers know that I rep
Just turn your TV on for a sec
Probably see me T-shirt off in a bed
I got P's you prick, start off with your neck
Cos you play dumb and it might cost you your breath
They get lost for words when they see me
Can't believe I still cotch in the ends
Like 'Is that Kano about in the street?'
Around with the G's no Anderson Lee, that's standard to me
Like writing 16's to the beat I murk
Like letting off a round from the heat
My bars are too fucked
They say my albums bound to be deep
I was raised in the East, so I'm bound to be street
And I'm like 'Fuck feds' I ain't down with police
Look its me fight down with the piece
The whole of my cliques coming down with the piece
On when we jump out of the jeep
Intensive care you'll be out in a week

It's over
But I can't give you too much, you have to go buy my album
Otherwise Rich is gunna be like Kaaaaaane
Kane, you gave em too much

I'm so fucked, imagine him when he's in his peak
And they ain't heard an MC this deep
I'm star quality please you're shits weak
Look leave, quit this week
For real I'm trying to get a deal this week
Trying to get these P's like Pharell
But still, I made my name on this street
My and the streets have got history
So I still spit, I ride the sick beat
Try and break down the Brits back door and draw Mis-teeq
I murk raves every week, cos I spit heat
Whether its Ritz or Oceans or PP
But on CD, I'm a G
Come a long way since building beats on a PC
I'm Kano and I flow like it's easy
Make people say Bow and they ain't from E3
I'm from east P, come and see me spit
Acapella no beats no BV's
On a street no peace
No P's just my peeps and me in my D&G's
My face is out they put their TV on please
Radio you can even hear me on freeze
Even your girls on it if she seems me and Dean
Lakeside swipe and spend a G on jeans
It's nothing