Another 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 isn’t 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 Cohersion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion, assured While I’m emerging, concerning my insecurities, I even said that last line insecurely That’s the second time that I won’t say this The polling is pouring out of my pores to the potion But come proportionate force, an abortion is purer than bustling fortune abortion I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating A formulation of duress in a combination Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable Vitamin for the fighters, injectable not digestible Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 Why lead a penne and pasta, call that Jack or I’m Obliterator While reiterating this honest pronunciation of reciprocation The eloquation within my innovation You should hasten on that replication This is elevation Like an application. I need to see your credentials Massage a pen in my pencil Get loose on an instrumental With sentimental, incidental The sound was more intrusive wasn’t conducive I be the one that will lose it Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it I wanted to set the fuse And given the realest of muse, never to be able to use it There was no way to refuse it Given the voice said that it uses But when I wanted em all in a piece In that vision I see when I see when I step on a beat 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 winning it all but not be able to take it And never would lead you astray? A talent that I might display? We give it a round of applause I said, I’m trying to make the motherfucking world rise With the rhymes that I comprise The lyrics synchronize the softer part, then analyze Now watch it photosynthesize I’m still in that state of infancy I’m not looking for empathy, why the fuck would you envy me? MC is 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 division, 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 in this sentence I’m a mild man, a pascifist, massacring the masochists Murdering, blasting the masses off to massive amounts They probably give a better 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 rhythm arithmetic So I'mma 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 my C I haven’t even touched on 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 breathing. while coughing, wheezing with heathens I’m digging ditches and heaving dirt over my left shoulder You introduce a Jehovah Suppose the fool that’s 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, 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 and even the Cleveland Butcher Who take a subject and slice it with a 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 the floppy shoes and the red nose And don’t forget the diamond chain to go with his expensive clothes Perpetuating an image that no one can afford it You motherfuckers sicker than an original 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 Kaan [Outro] I shall leave you as you left me. As you left her! Alone for all eternity, at the center of a dead planet Buried alive… buried alive… Kaan! Kaan! SHARE THE LYRICS “KAANCEPTS” TRACK INFO Produced By Dr. Dre Written By K.A.A.N. Release Date June 19, 2014 EXPAND TRACK INFO BACK TO TOP MUSIC VIDEO Loading video COMMENTS ItsYaBoiAdi 1,371 2 years ago That first verse got me like… +1
I made over 3 pages of lyrics that were made to be rapped over this beat, I just gotta record it soon. Thanks for recreating this awesome instrumental for people like me to use 🙌
يبغو يسمعو دسات هذاي رغبت الجمهور ف عيب ايكون دس من حمد وميغني اولد سكول شبه نفسو بجهنم يحسبو تشبيه عميق بس المقصد كلما دخل فيه يكول هل من مزيد يكول عبيد اركام مطرفين كلامك مابيتجدد نفس المنطق سيكو سلمو ليركل ذول اعداء محمد اذا ذول عبيد اركام تعال فهمني وشلون بس دساتك عليهم هي اللي صكت المليون كلتلكم نازل اربي جوه مكان عاجبني كنت اسمعلو لأني مابكذب بس ذام مايعني انو اكوه مني فرك البينه كتابه ضعيفه گأنه انته اللي بادي توك كل مابرمي بار يدوخ عندي مايفيدك فاست فلوك
SIGN UP  Kaancepts K.A.A.N. K.A.A.N. raps about his acceptance of the fact that his preferred style of rapping (fast… read more » KAANCEPTS LYRICS [Intro] Kaan! Kaan! [Verse] '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 isn't 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 Cohersion 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 that I won't say this the potent is pouring Out of my pores to the potion but come proportionate force An abortion is purer than porcelain fortune abortion I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating A formulation of duress in a combination Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 or 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 that will lose it Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it I wanted to set the fuse, and given the realest of muse Never to be able to use it There was no way to refuse it, given the voice said that it uses But when I wanted 'em all in a piece in that vision I see when I see when I step on a beat and 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 putting 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 said I'm trying to make the motherfucking world rise With the rhymes that I comprise, the lyrics synchronize The softer part, then analyze, 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 division, 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 a better 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'mma 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 on 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 the fool that's 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 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 To Black Dahlia killer and even the Cleveland Butcher Who take a subject and slice it with a 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 the floppy shoes and the 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 Kaan [Outro] I shall leave you as you left me. As you left her! Alone for all eternity, at the center of a dead planet Buried alive… buried alive… Kaan! Kaan!
Your tapping in the mind of a genius They tried to bury me alive I only rised like a Phoenix, if its survival of the fittest I am the guy undefeated I'm reading Ephesians smacking these demons leave em all discombobulated like Samson with the Jawbone you know the one I call on
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 isn't 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 Cohersion 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 that I won't say this the potent is pouring Out of my pores to the potion but come proportionate force An abortion is purer than porcelain fortune abortion I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating A formulation of duress in a combination Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 or 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 that will lose it Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it
@@poppy46660 K.A.A.N. Kaancepts Remix I saw you in my dream it has Gotten repetitive Of course I’d be content If you felt the same sentiment That I feel towards you But you don’t so I do detest Every time I see you I wish that I could just reinvent The entire world With my own mind In quicker than a millisecond Not wasting my time I’m alive But I kinda sorta do not wanna be Since you are not with me I wish we were still together pls Reconsider what I said I promise you I’ll be the best Boyfriend of the century You will not have any regrets We will always be content During the day and near the end I will give you anything and everything I won’t upset you I promise All I wanna do is love you and be honest Talk about many topics and even have a fun contest Involving all our focus I know it will astonish You to see how much I’ve changed My personas been rearranged Good qualities I have attained This state will always be sustained Because this is the new me So you’ll never have to worry About some problems appearing We will be living peacefully In a home that has a garden full of many flowers Roses, daisies, orchids, asters, or the sunflowers Watching all the shows we love living room full of laughter Eating all the food we want then go outside right after We could have a nature walk if that’s what you desire Or make a campfire then roast s’mores by the fire Or have a picnic basket full of mystic fruits that r exquisite I know you’ll enjoy them as much as I do when I consume it I believe We can really be okay yeah But I understand if you do not wanna see my face I was truly such a disgrace I deserve to be replaced All I ever did was waste Precious time I won’t get back And that is a simple fact God I hate the aftermath Wish I could get it all back But that will not happen *wait* Why am I stuck in the past Because love you isn’t past tense I still really love you and I cannot live without you You mean the whole world to me
Another 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 isn't 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 Cohersion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion Assured while I'm emerging, concerning my insecurities I even said that last line insecurely That's the second time that I won't say this the potent is pouring Out of my pores to the potion but come proportionate force An abortion is purer than porcelain fortune abortion I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating A formulation of duress in a combination Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 or I'm obliderating While reiterating this honest pronunciation Of reciprocation, the eloquation within my innovation You should hasten on that replication, this is elevation Like an application, I need to see your credentials Massage a pen in my pencil, get loose on an instrumental With sentimental, incidental, the sound was more intrusive Wasn't conducive, I'll be the one that will lose it Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it I wanted to set the fuse, and given the realest of muse
SIGN UP  Kaancepts K.A.A.N. K.A.A.N. raps about his acceptance of the fact that his preferred style of rapping (fast… read more » KAANCEPTS LYRICS [Intro] Kaan! Kaan! [Verse] Another 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 isn't 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 Cohersion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion, assured While I'm emerging, concerning my insecurities I even said that last line insecurely, that's the Second time that I won't say this the polling is pouring out of my Pores to the potion but come proportionate force an abortion Is purer than bustling fortune abortion I found within An assortment of force for fornication facilitating A formulation of duress in a combination Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 Why lead a penne and pasta, call that Jack or I'm Obliterator While reiterating this honest pronunciation of Reciprocation, the eloquation within my innovation You should hasten on that replication, this is elevation Like an application, I need to see your credentials Massage a pen in my pencil, get loose on an instrumental With sentimental, incidental, the sound was more intrusive Wasn't conducive, I be the one that will lose it, coming at me with a lude and never Confuse it, I wanted to set the fuse and given the realest of muse Never to be able to use it, there was no way to refuse it, given the voice said that it uses But when I wanted 'em all in a piece in that vision I see when I see when I step on a Beat 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 winning it all but not be able to take it and never would lead you astray? A talent that I might display? We give it a round of applause I said I'm trying to make the motherfucking world rise with the Rhymes that I comprise, the lyrics synchronize the softer part, then Analyze, now watch it photosynthesize, I'm still in that state of Infancy, I'm not looking for empathy, why the fuck would you Envy me? MC is 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 Division, 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 in This sentence, I'm a mild man, a pacifist, massacring the Masochists, murdering, blasting the masses off to massive Amounts, they probably give a better 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 rhythm arithmetic So I'mma 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 my C I haven't even touched on 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 breathing while Coughing, wheezing with heathens I'm digging ditches and heaving dirt Over my left shoulder, you introduce a Jehovah Suppose the fool that's 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 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 and even the Cleveland Butcher Who take a subject and slice it with a 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 the floppy shoes and the red nose And don't forget the diamond chain to go with his expensive clothes Perpetuating an image that no one can afford it You motherfuckers sicker than an original 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 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 isn't 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 Cohersion 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 that I wrote to this the potent is pouring Out of my pores to the potion but come proportionate force An abortion is purer than porcelain fortune abortion I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating A formulation of duress in a combination Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 or 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 wanted to set the fuse, and given the realest of muse, never to be able to use it There was no way to refuse it, given the voice said that it uses But when I wanted 'em all in a piece in that vision I see when 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 putting 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 said I'm trying to make the motherfucking world rise With the rhymes that I comprise, the lyrics synchronize The softer part, then analyze, 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
Give us any ideas of instrumentals you want us to recreate for you!
Pleaseeee K.A.A.N-Honest
Like i need it asas
ASAP
need what asap
@@somethingmahogany the kaan honest intrumental
If ya guys wanna know the original song it's Deep Cover by dr.dre and ma dogg snoop.
Aye bro is this free
Yes its free
I hit 10.6 syllables a second on this never trying it again
I try to do it as much as I can, once you get used to rapping that fast, you just wanna do it more
Fair enough.
I do normally 14.6 avg , but again I am spanish so i already speak normally at 10.5
Another 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 isn’t 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
Cohersion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion, assured
While I’m emerging, concerning my insecurities, I even said that last line insecurely
That’s the second time that I won’t say this
The polling is pouring out of my pores to the potion
But come proportionate force, an abortion is purer than bustling fortune abortion
I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating
A formulation of duress in a combination
Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable
Vitamin for the fighters, injectable not digestible
Address the microphone with the tone of any 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
Why lead a penne and pasta, call that Jack or I’m Obliterator
While reiterating this honest pronunciation of reciprocation
The eloquation within my innovation
You should hasten on that replication
This is elevation
Like an application. I need to see your credentials
Massage a pen in my pencil
Get loose on an instrumental
With sentimental, incidental
The sound was more intrusive wasn’t conducive
I be the one that will lose it
Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it
I wanted to set the fuse
And given the realest of muse, never to be able to use it
There was no way to refuse it
Given the voice said that it uses
But when I wanted em all in a piece
In that vision I see when I see when I step on a beat
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 winning it all but not be able to take it
And never would lead you astray? A talent that I might display?
We give it a round of applause
I said, I’m trying to make the motherfucking world rise
With the rhymes that I comprise
The lyrics synchronize the softer part, then analyze
Now watch it photosynthesize
I’m still in that state of infancy
I’m not looking for empathy, why the fuck would you envy me?
MC is 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 division, 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 in this sentence
I’m a mild man, a pascifist, massacring the masochists
Murdering, blasting the masses off to massive amounts
They probably give a better 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 rhythm arithmetic
So I'mma 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 my C
I haven’t even touched on 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 breathing. while coughing, wheezing with heathens
I’m digging ditches and heaving dirt over my left shoulder
You introduce a Jehovah
Suppose the fool that’s 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, 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 and even the Cleveland Butcher
Who take a subject and slice it with a 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 the floppy shoes and the red nose
And don’t forget the diamond chain to go with his expensive clothes
Perpetuating an image that no one can afford it
You motherfuckers sicker than an original 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 Kaan
[Outro]
I shall leave you as you left me. As you left her!
Alone for all eternity, at the center of a dead planet
Buried alive… buried alive…
Kaan! Kaan!
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“KAANCEPTS” TRACK INFO
Produced By
Dr. Dre
Written By
K.A.A.N.
Release Date
June 19, 2014
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ItsYaBoiAdi 1,371
2 years ago
That first verse got me like…
+1
listening to this song for 5 years, can safely say I butcher it when I rap it but it's fun to try
Ahora en español xdxd
I made over 3 pages of lyrics that were made to be rapped over this beat, I just gotta record it soon.
Thanks for recreating this awesome instrumental for people like me to use 🙌
ofc! glad to see you like it
is it out?
يبغو يسمعو دسات هذاي رغبت الجمهور ف عيب ايكون دس من حمد وميغني اولد سكول شبه نفسو بجهنم يحسبو تشبيه عميق بس المقصد كلما دخل فيه يكول هل من مزيد يكول عبيد اركام مطرفين كلامك مابيتجدد نفس المنطق سيكو سلمو ليركل ذول اعداء محمد اذا ذول عبيد اركام تعال فهمني وشلون بس دساتك عليهم هي اللي صكت المليون كلتلكم نازل اربي جوه مكان عاجبني
كنت اسمعلو لأني مابكذب بس ذام مايعني
انو اكوه مني فرك البينه كتابه ضعيفه گأنه انته اللي بادي توك كل مابرمي بار يدوخ عندي مايفيدك فاست فلوك
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Kaancepts
K.A.A.N.
K.A.A.N. raps about his acceptance of the fact that his preferred style of rapping (fast… read more »
KAANCEPTS LYRICS
[Intro]
Kaan! Kaan!
[Verse]
'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 isn't 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
Cohersion 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 that I won't say this the potent is pouring Out of my pores to the potion but come proportionate force
An abortion is purer than porcelain fortune abortion
I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating
A formulation of duress in a combination
Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable
Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible
Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 or 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 that will lose it
Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it
I wanted to set the fuse, and given the realest of muse
Never to be able to use it
There was no way to refuse it, given the voice said that it uses
But when I wanted 'em all in a piece in that vision I see when I see when I step on a beat and 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 putting 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 said I'm trying to make the motherfucking world rise
With the rhymes that I comprise, the lyrics synchronize
The softer part, then analyze, 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 division, 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 a better 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'mma 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 on 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 the fool that's 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 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
To Black Dahlia killer and even the Cleveland Butcher
Who take a subject and slice it with a 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 the floppy shoes and the 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 Kaan
[Outro]
I shall leave you as you left me. As you left her!
Alone for all eternity, at the center of a dead planet
Buried alive… buried alive…
Kaan! Kaan!
vivi ridi ama,
cazzo mene sono sopravvissuto con stro drama
con sto trauma io scrivo la mia trama
vissuto in strada chiedi a mamma
common man you gotta put the OG name in the title
Your tapping in the mind of a genius
They tried to bury me alive I only rised like a Phoenix, if its survival of the fittest I am the guy undefeated
I'm reading Ephesians smacking these demons leave em all discombobulated like Samson with the Jawbone you know the one I call on
Any wall of Jericho God flips it like Ariels
Why should I be afraid the living God is more terrible and vicious then any of my enemies that's wicked
Gta san andreas my man...
Big pun twins hell yeah
Funnydayz th3 r3a1 *Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg - Deep Cover
@@Kaasboerderij thought pun did it first? Maybe he just did it better
its literally deep cover
For maldini edits🎉🎉🎉🎉
My boi jaydawg told me to drop a sub!
Jaydawg sent me 🔥🔥
tell him I said wassup
shlick beat
This is off . The beat drop is not in time, can you make a remake of this?
nah
Can you do KAANcepts 2 please? I got some really good lyrics but I need the beat to do it. If you do decide to do it then thanks a lot!!! :)
Yes
Fallen Kingdoms okay thank you so much!!!
Np
I can feel it
David Phillips hell yah lel
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 isn't 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
Cohersion 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 that I won't say this the potent is pouring Out of my pores to the potion but come proportionate force
An abortion is purer than porcelain fortune abortion
I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating
A formulation of duress in a combination
Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable
Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible
Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 or 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 that will lose it
Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it
thnx
Free or naw
baller legend yah
Casting Shadows cool, 😎very good news
Plz dont rap on this unless the vocab u got is phenomenal u got balls to rap on kaans beat
Gabriel Acord it’s a dr.dre beat fam
Finished writing half of the song, hope it sounds great when I’m finished writing and recording it 😁🖤
did you upload it anywhere
I didn’t end up finishing and I don’t think I will, wanna see the lyrics tho?
@@poppy46660 K.A.A.N. Kaancepts Remix
I saw you in my dream it has
Gotten repetitive
Of course I’d be content
If you felt the same sentiment
That I feel towards you
But you don’t so I do detest
Every time I see you
I wish that I could just reinvent
The entire world
With my own mind
In quicker than a millisecond
Not wasting my time
I’m alive
But I kinda sorta do not wanna be
Since you are not with me
I wish we were still together pls
Reconsider what I said
I promise you I’ll be the best
Boyfriend of the century
You will not have any regrets
We will always be content
During the day and near the end
I will give you anything and everything
I won’t upset you
I promise
All I wanna do is love you and be honest
Talk about many topics and even have a fun contest
Involving all our focus I know it will astonish
You to see how much I’ve changed
My personas been rearranged
Good qualities I have attained
This state will always be sustained
Because this is the new me
So you’ll never have to worry
About some problems appearing
We will be living peacefully
In a home that has a garden full of many flowers
Roses, daisies, orchids, asters, or the sunflowers
Watching all the shows we love living room full of laughter
Eating all the food we want then go outside right after
We could have a nature walk if that’s what you desire
Or make a campfire then roast s’mores by the fire
Or have a picnic basket full of mystic fruits that r exquisite I know you’ll enjoy them as much as I do when I consume it
I believe
We can really be okay yeah
But I understand if you do not wanna see my face
I was truly such a disgrace
I deserve to be replaced
All I ever did was waste
Precious time I won’t get back
And that is a simple fact
God I hate the aftermath
Wish I could get it all back
But that will not happen
*wait*
Why am I stuck in the past
Because love you isn’t past tense
I still really love you and I cannot live without you
You mean the whole world to me
@@poppy46660 no problem
Another 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 isn't 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
Cohersion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion
Assured while I'm emerging, concerning my insecurities
I even said that last line insecurely
That's the second time that I won't say this the potent is pouring Out of my pores to the potion but come proportionate force
An abortion is purer than porcelain fortune abortion
I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating
A formulation of duress in a combination
Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable
Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible
Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 or I'm obliderating
While reiterating this honest pronunciation
Of reciprocation, the eloquation within my innovation
You should hasten on that replication, this is elevation
Like an application, I need to see your credentials
Massage a pen in my pencil, get loose on an instrumental
With sentimental, incidental, the sound was more intrusive
Wasn't conducive, I'll be the one that will lose it
Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it
I wanted to set the fuse, and given the realest of muse
Niceeee!
👀
Most fire beat 🔥
Foda
Nois brasileiro aqui
Subbed and liked!
Hi smo
🔥🔥
♥️♥️♥️
maybe check out my other music? like my recent album Alive 2
🔥🔥🔥🔥💪
WTF deep cover
that's the original beat yeah
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Kaancepts
K.A.A.N.
K.A.A.N. raps about his acceptance of the fact that his preferred style of rapping (fast… read more »
KAANCEPTS LYRICS
[Intro]
Kaan! Kaan!
[Verse]
Another 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 isn't 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
Cohersion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion, assured
While I'm emerging, concerning my insecurities
I even said that last line insecurely, that's the
Second time that I won't say this the polling is pouring out of my
Pores to the potion but come proportionate force an abortion
Is purer than bustling fortune abortion I found within
An assortment of force for fornication facilitating
A formulation of duress in a combination
Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable
Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible
Address the microphone with the tone of any 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
Why lead a penne and pasta, call that Jack or I'm Obliterator
While reiterating this honest pronunciation of
Reciprocation, the eloquation within my innovation
You should hasten on that replication, this is elevation
Like an application, I need to see your credentials
Massage a pen in my pencil, get loose on an instrumental
With sentimental, incidental, the sound was more intrusive
Wasn't conducive, I be the one that will lose it, coming at me with a lude and never
Confuse it, I wanted to set the fuse and given the realest of muse
Never to be able to use it, there was no way to refuse it, given the voice said that it uses
But when I wanted 'em all in a piece in that vision I see when I see when I step on a
Beat 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 winning it all but not be able to take it and never would lead you astray?
A talent that I might display? We give it a round of applause
I said I'm trying to make the motherfucking world rise with the
Rhymes that I comprise, the lyrics synchronize the softer part, then
Analyze, now watch it photosynthesize, I'm still in that state of
Infancy, I'm not looking for empathy, why the fuck would you
Envy me? MC is 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
Division, 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 in
This sentence, I'm a mild man, a pacifist, massacring the
Masochists, murdering, blasting the masses off to massive
Amounts, they probably give a better 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 rhythm arithmetic
So I'mma 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 my C
I haven't even touched on 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 breathing while
Coughing, wheezing with heathens I'm digging ditches and heaving dirt
Over my left shoulder, you introduce a Jehovah
Suppose the fool that's 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
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 and even the Cleveland Butcher
Who take a subject and slice it with a 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 the floppy shoes and the red nose
And don't forget the diamond chain to go with his expensive clothes
Perpetuating an image that no one can afford it
You motherfuckers sicker than an original 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 Kaan
Kinda need it lol
Can use this
yes
Thx
yo if you'd want to we could collab on a song. hit us back if your interested. we checked out your channel and subbed!
'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 isn't 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
Cohersion 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 that I wrote to this the potent is pouring Out of my pores to the potion but come proportionate force
An abortion is purer than porcelain fortune abortion
I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating
A formulation of duress in a combination
Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable
Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible
Address the microphone with the tone of any 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 or 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 wanted to set the fuse, and given the realest of muse, never to be able to use it
There was no way to refuse it, given the voice said that it uses
But when I wanted 'em all in a piece in that vision I see when 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 putting 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 said I'm trying to make the motherfucking world rise
With the rhymes that I comprise, the lyrics synchronize
The softer part, then analyze, 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