[Music] Kane Keid – BIG ft. Ficz & The Big Hash

South African singer-songwriter and performer, Kane Keid, introduces a new song titled "BIG".

The well enchanted song serves as Kane Keid's latest entry this year following previously released songs.

However, "BIG" is taken off the body of work Project, "Call U Back When I Make It".

Moreover, the impressive record features Award-winning artists, Ficz and The Big Hash who in turns splits in some hot verses.

Listen, download, & share your thoughts below;

Kane Keid BIG Lyrics:
Yeah, me and big bro, we got a couple goals we targetin
Been scriptin' these flows and they say it's hard to market it
Bars large as Alcatraz, it's hard to not be confident
When every other confidant I have is like an arsonist
And every other rapper just a target hit, every other hater only hating they ain't hard as this
Shootin' every shot and that's a target missed
Shaking shit up, it's like Parkinson's
Sandton view, bad bitches and my pockets lit
They scopin' me without an oculus
Only me and Kane in the populace
Yeah, and Panameras panda-colored
Palladiums in the summer, pants looking like I pondered robbing Rick, I'm owing nothin
I'm not naive, I'm not out here being like, yo, we're all, it's all, it's not, buddy, buddy, man
This is war, man, just like anything else, we're playin' for keeps, bro, it's not a joke
I go body for body on any verse you put me on
Hook game sound like karate, Nkabi's on the speakerphone
Forgive the boy for being cocky, biggin' up myself is all I know
Certain people still doubt me, they hear me, they don't see me though
I'm talkin' me, myself, and I, nigga
Tryna take my position, turn, take, no fly shit don't fly, nigga
I fought for this rap and it worked out ain't even do five sit-ups
How many niggas I trust that got my back, can't even use five fingers
Y'all try play Biggie, jokes on y'all
I'm blessed as hell, finally got my flowers, let me smell
I need new designer, I need some shit I won't correctly spell
I'm so blind to bullshit, you gon have the cap to me in Braille
On the beat, I'm Roddy Piper, when I'm on route to the bank, I'm Dave Chapelle on God
Where, just like that, when someone comes up and says something like, I am a god
Everybody says, who does he think he is, I just told you who I thought I was, a god
Yeah, a different kind of breed, plenty troubles and treachery
Every double entendre prepared with heavy encounter with pain
And pennies we never had, and again, there was plenty amphetamines in the streets we was playing in
Played the beat, we painted pictures with every part of speech that we learned from teachers at school
Foolish in terms of preaching to people who never listened to Jewish leaders, who would either use the Book to deceive us
Or cop a Kia or relieve us from a clutch of a demon, talking to Jesus
We never had no good advice from older geezers
Climatic conditions of the hood required you to have a bold demeanor, or be seamless in the way you move
Hold your reefers, I will blow your minds
Blowing your speakers with my qoutes on beats from people I never met
I second guess myself a lot of time, but I'm the first guest when they asking people"Yo, who really got the throne next?"
Yes, I'm the best, and I say it with my chest
A G coupled up with winners raise the bar, y'all feel impressed uh?
Clothed with ambition, positivity, and Puma garments
You reminded I'm the truth and honestly, y'all lying on my name sleeping on Kane
But my flow based and words acidic, I'll neutralize the game