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Come on! Woo!

C.I.S., we runnin' this Cane ****
D-Money, we runnin' this Cane ****
Cribby, we runnin' this Cane ****
RVA, we run this Cane ****
Rellyrell, we runnin' this Cane ****
Wake and Spike, we runnin' this Cane ****

The takeover, the break's over porster
God MC, me, T.O.C.
Hey lil' Ferm you ain't ready for war, C.I.S. too strong for y'all
It's like bringin' a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-*** vest
You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage ******, your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, ******
Canes Insight is the army, better yet the navy
Posters'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you mother****in' ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny 'cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just chin music

C.I.S., we runnin' this Cane ****
D-Money, we runnin' this Cane ****
The Franchise (RIP), we runnin' this Cane ****
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Ispyin, we runnin' this Cane ****
JD08, we runnin' this Cane ****
Hurracanes, we runnin' this Cane ****
(Watch out! We run SoFla)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little ****, I got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin' weight, back in '88
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "CaneSport" switch your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need more people
Canes Insight, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody can read you dudes like we do

Don't let 'em gas you like CIS is *** and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what your whole site sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Crib'
Ask Gab, he don't want it with Crib', no!

C.I.S., we runnin' this Cane ****
w.s.p., we runnin' this Cane ****
S.W.Fla., we runnin' this Cane ****
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Pete Ariz, we runnin' this Cane ****
Canesteve, we run this Cane ****
Max and Leeds, we runnin' this Cane ****
(Watch out! We run So Fla)

I know you missin' all the (fame!)
But along with celebrity comes 'bout 70 shots to your frame
Gary, you a (lame!)
You's the faq model for Karl Kani, Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Ferm to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started, but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's Matty Shodell's verse better than yours

Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole ******' site
But I know the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why you're (lame!) Career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Ferman, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with UM Professor (me, that's who!)
Then I heard your story 'bout your tec on the dresser

So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was usin' it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin Gary you was gettin' ****ed and
I know who I paid God, Yahoo Publishing
Use your (brain!) You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five, smarten up Ferm
Four pubs in ten years *****? I can divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them ***** was due

One was nah, the other was "CaneSport Mag"
That's a one hot publication every ten-year average
And that's so (lame!) Ferman switch up your flow
Your **** is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the **** outta here!) Your porsters gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

C.I.S.., we runnin' this Cane ****
Brooklyn Dee, we runnin' this Cane ****
Inday Art House, we runnin' this Cane ****
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Canesfreak, we run this Cane ****
Udynasty, we runnin' this Cane ****
A.T.L., we runnin' this Cane ****
(Watch out! We run SoFla)

A wise man told me don't argue with fools
'Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish ****, Ferman I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not D, he's, not for play
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin' be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep

Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
Gary I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkletoes you breakin' my heart
You can't **** with me go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwin' shots at D-Money
You only get half a bar, **** y'all porstaz (come on!)
 
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bacane said:
Better to have taken his loss and moved on.
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Yeah but that dude NEVER owns up to anything. He just gets super defensive and starts banning people and deleting any post that remotely calls him out on his BS. Way too much ego for a dude has a terrible track record over decades.

(For the record, I only subscribed when they switched to On3 and had a $1/first year promotion. No way I'm paying more than that for the garbage they consistently put out. Happy to pay for the premium here.)
 
TheOriginalCane said:
Come on! Woo!

C.I.S., we runnin' this Cane ****
D-Money, we runnin' this Cane ****
Cribby, we runnin' this Cane ****
RVA, we run this Cane ****
Rellyrell, we runnin' this Cane ****
Wake and Spike, we runnin' this Cane ****

The takeover, the break's over porster
God MC, me, T.O.C.
Hey lil' Ferm you ain't ready for war, C.I.S. too strong for y'all
It's like bringin' a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-*** vest
You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage ******, your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, ******
Canes Insight is the army, better yet the navy
Posters'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you mother****in' ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny 'cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just chin music

C.I.S., we runnin' this Cane ****
D-Money, we runnin' this Cane ****
The Franchise (RIP), we runnin' this Cane ****
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Ispyin, we runnin' this Cane ****
JD08, we runnin' this Cane ****
Hurracanes, we runnin' this Cane ****
(Watch out! We run SoFla)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little ****, I got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin' weight, back in '88
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "CaneSport" switch your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need more people
Canes Insight, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody can read you dudes like we do

Don't let 'em gas you like CIS is *** and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what your whole site sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Crib'
Ask Gab, he don't want it with Crib', no!

C.I.S., we runnin' this Cane ****
w.s.p., we runnin' this Cane ****
S.W.Fla., we runnin' this Cane ****
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Pete Ariz, we runnin' this Cane ****
Canesteve, we run this Cane ****
Max and Leeds, we runnin' this Cane ****
(Watch out! We run So Fla)

I know you missin' all the (fame!)
But along with celebrity comes 'bout 70 shots to your frame
Gary, you a (lame!)
You's the faq model for Karl Kani, Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Ferm to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started, but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's Matty Shodell's verse better than yours

Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole ******' site
But I know the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why you're (lame!) Career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Ferman, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with UM Professor (me, that's who!)
Then I heard your story 'bout your tec on the dresser

So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was usin' it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin Gary you was gettin' ****ed and
I know who I paid God, Yahoo Publishing
Use your (brain!) You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five, smarten up Ferm
Four pubs in ten years *****? I can divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them ***** was due

One was nah, the other was "CaneSport Mag"
That's a one hot publication every ten-year average
And that's so (lame!) Ferman switch up your flow
Your **** is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the **** outta here!) Your porsters gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

C.I.S.., we runnin' this Cane ****
Brooklyn Dee, we runnin' this Cane ****
Inday Art House, we runnin' this Cane ****
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Canesfreak, we run this Cane ****
Udynasty, we runnin' this Cane ****
A.T.L., we runnin' this Cane ****
(Watch out! We run SoFla)

A wise man told me don't argue with fools
'Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish ****, Ferman I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not D, he's, not for play
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin' be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep

Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
Gary I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkletoes you breakin' my heart
You can't **** with me go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwin' shots at D-Money
You only get half a bar, **** y'all porstaz (come on!)
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Coach Coop rap that yet??!!
 
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