Kaancepts

Kaan! Kaan!

'Nother psychotic episode, I need my medication

Hyperventilating, 'bout to have a panic attack in public

Discussing this with the publicist while I'm meditating

All I spit is heat, so is this room properly ventilated?

I'm killing your high the way that I murder a track

I never relax

You feel like you fucking with me and my flow

But You isnt, my nigga

That shit is a rap

Supplying a relevant fact, I'm taking that beat

And not giving it back

I'm putting that right in your face

Just to reverse the verse I'm rehearsing

Disperse a curse, that's a MRSA for certain

I've been conversing

Confirming your inadvertent conversion within this version

Coercion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion

Assured it while I'm emerging, concerning my insecurities

I even said that last line insecurely

That's the second time I wrote to this

The potent is pouring from pores

'Til the potion becomes proportionate force

An abortion that's purer than porcelain fortune abortion

I found within an assortment of force for fornication

Facilitating a formulation of duress in a compilation

Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projection

Vitamin for the fighters — injectable, not digestible

Address the microphone with the tone of a professional

Impressed with impeccable lines

Every time, it's incredible

My rhyme's highly respectable

Penetrating the posher

You pompous imposter, que pasa papa?

I did it proper

While eating penne and pasta

Call the doctor, I'm obliterating

While reiterating this honest pronunciation

Of reciprocation, the eloquation within my innovation

You should hasten all that replication

This is elevation

Like an application, I need to see your credentials

Massage a pen and my pencil

Get loose on an instrumental

With sentimental, incidental

The sound was more intrusive

Wasn't conducive

I'll be the one never losing

Coming at me with a lude and never confuse it

I wanna just set the fuse

And give them the realest of muse

Never to be able to use it

There was no way to refuse it

Given the voice that it uses

I wanted them all in a piece of the vision I see

When I step on a beat that I'm making, I'm breaking

I'm giving them all I can say

But I do understand that the music is fake

Created itself in order to relate

They love it or hate it

The minute we make it

We put it out for the people to take it

And never would lead you astray?

A talent that I might display?

We give it a round of applause

I'm trying to make the motherfucking world rise

With the rhymes I comprise

The lyrics synchronize

The song compartmentalize

Now watch it photosynthesize

Still in that state of infancy

I'm not looking for empathy

Why the fuck would you envy me?

Empty the automatic for enemies at the embassy

Emphasizing the motion created within the energy

Enterprising my mind to the single pace to infinity

Venturing to divinity

Da Vinci with the vision

Delivered with ill intention

But if you don't pay attention

I'm placing you in detention

Without an honorable mention

Your ranks are filled with dissension

My bars are filled with dimensions

Demented like it's dementia

Descending upon defenders

For pinning a pawn dependent

Depicted within this sentence

I'm a mild man, a pacifist

Massacring the masochists

Murdering, blasting the masses

Off to massive amounts

They'd probably give more effort

If they knew what really counts

But if you keep it real and build

Then you'll put bills in your accounts

I'm not a mathematician

This written arithmetic

So I'ma teach you algebra

Dumb it down for you simpletons

If y = mx + me

Then I must be

An MC that's obscene in my scene, but must see

I haven't even touched the square roots of my averages

The 3.14 pi divided with savages

This ain't a dead democracy

My flow's totalitarian

Battling with barbarians

Buried them barely breathin'

While coughing, wheezing with heathens

I'm digging ditches and heaving

Dirt over my left shoulder

You introduce a Jehovah

Suppose a foe in front of me

Started running and stumbling

Mumbling something out of his lips

Till I slit his wrist

And I tied him up to a cross

And I started off with incisions

Insisting on silence for this crucifixion

The victim was tortured for hours

Scorched by a blowtorch

Till the toes are burned to a fricassee

And now I'm carving all of the flesh

What's left of it's crispily

I'm vividly visualizing my victory

I'm pushing the vascular vein

Down to the main artery

The smell of death induces vomiting

I'm violent with a bayonet

Filleted his fingertips

To get rid of the evidence

I'm pulling out his canines, molars, and bicuspids

While following in the footsteps

Of all of my fucking idols

From Jack the Ripper to John Wayne Gacy and Jeffrey Dahmer

The Black Dahlia killer

Even the Cleveland Butcher

Who takes a subject and slices it

With surgical precision

Even though I'm only kidding

I've lost faith in the music

And every song that I hear is amusing

It's so confusing

You would rather have a nigga acting like a buffoon

Give him a clown costume

With floppy shoes and a red nose

And don't forget the diamond chain

To go with his expensive clothes

Perpetuating an image that no one can afford

Ain't you motherfuckers sick of that unoriginal ignorance?

I pick the microphone up and give you something that's different

Just open up your ears when I appear and start listening

It's K.A.A.N