E.T Kano (Ft. Mikey J, Scorcher, Wiley & Wretch 32)

[Hook: Kano]
I put on for my city like Jeezy
If you ain't from here, go home, E.T
Certain man don't rep the city right
Leave the boy alone I'm just living life
So you can tell Westwood, bomb it
MistaJam wheel it
Target gunshot it up like sniper
Make the whole crowd flash lighter
And niggas going spaz again

[Verse 1: Kano]
I tell them
Pussy I'm the realist
Three-stripe Adidas
Don’t make me take it old skool on some RUN DMC shit
Pum pum, yeah nigga beat it
So wet make nigga a sea sick
Champion never been defeated
Money ain't a thang
Jay Z can appreciate

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kano]
Everybody's like take em back to 95
Fuck that take em back to 99
1 year prior till I rhymed the mic
Original but everyone Wiley-fied
And I was on the hypest hype
Tempa T...ARMS
Beats... BOMBS
Eskimo...DANCE
De-Ja, Storming, Sharky Major
Akademiks tracksuit, shiny green Pradas
But trust me nobody harder nobody faster nobody smarter
Nobody fucking with the master flow didada nobody but carter
And who gotta beats pon hard drive Mikey bingo tell a man gala
Cause, them a just see money man an old school baller, Carlton Palmer