Texting at 1% battery

When you’re running out of studio rent time

9 years later and this still the longest, cleanest flow i’ve ever heard

You need oxygen to make fire Kaan: hold my beer

this dude dissed oxygen

He works part-time as a machine gun

9 years later I just found this wtf

You didn't find this song, this song found you.

This will offend any rapper with asthma

When they hit you with the “any last words” and you gotta stall

This song is so fire it makes 8 million views feel underrated af. I feel like it should have 80 maybe 800 mil

The fact he dissed damn near everything known to man in just this track AND was still able to throw the flex he pulled on everyone by making something of himself is the 2nd reason K.A.A.N is one of my favorite rappers.

battery : 1% left me : can i watch this? battery : I allow it

Mac lethal : I can rap for 90 seconds K.a.a.n : hold my lungs

LYRICS: Kaan! Kaan! 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 giving a 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 ransom So I'm playing a random event, 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 I'll 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 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!

Eminem: I got 4 lungs K.A.A.N: I got hacked lungs

Nigga breathin' thru his ears

rip the guy who made a lyric video to this song

Almost 10 years later and this masterpiece feels always like the first time i heard it..

I just got back from seeing him live in Colorado. He ended with this song and absolutely killed it. I have no idea how he does this song live, especially at elevation. Amazing concert!

The dislikes are from the fire department

This guy is automatically immune from corona for not having lungs

Kendrick Vs Drake ❌ K.A.A.N Vs Oxygen ✅

Criminally underrated artist

Never knew fire could exist without oxygen. 🤔

9 years later, and I still can’t recite this song word for word😮‍💨

I’m here in 2024 still wish you gonna male it. Oh one day. Fan since day 1 🔥

*Says joke* Mom turning it into a lecture:

Guy 1: my lungs hurt after that freestyle I did Kaan: what are lungs?

Who else got this randomly recommended to them in 2024 man this brings me back

Because breathing is too mainstream...

Producer: how many flow switches do you want on this track? K.A.A.N: yes

9 years and this song still goes hard

It's amazing to see how far he's come 9 years after releasing this song. The man still has the cleanest flow I have ever heard and kills his freestyles in the best possible way

Parents: Everything you can say in one breath you can have it for Christmas Me:

Been listening to his music for a year and its still 10/10

I see the algorithm is blessing us up. I was surprised to see this in my recommended after all these years lol brings back so much memories

More lyrics in the first 10 seconds than an entire lil pump song

The old school feel

Forever my favorite song that isn’t on Spotify❤️ Thank you for your music❤️

I cant believe its been 7 YEARS since finding K.A.A.N. Its wild having some artists I actually have been able to grow up with and listen to.

Scientists: The human body needs oxygen KAAN: *Kawhi Laugh*

Murderer: Any last words?! KAAN: Yeah I got a few!

Had to come back to this Gem to remember what real talent sounds like.

Man, that was dope. Plus the clarity of his delivery, I could understand every word. 100

We need to reach out to Rockstar and get this masterpiece on GTA 6

I paused the video so he could breathe a bit

I cant stop listening its stuck in my head.

My son just put me on to your master class of rap and baby it's a breath of fresh air. I will do everything in my power to see you shine ❣️ My King 👑 I am 45 and no one can touch you in the rap game. They haven't signed you to a lable only because they are scared of how you would change the rap game and make them all have to educate themselves. Blessings

Mr Beast: If you breathe you win Chandler:

Being good is a concept. Being the greatest is a Kaancept.

I remember when this was released. I'm so glad people still fuck with this

9years later and still the best

No lungs were used in the making of this video.

5 years later and my phone is still burning

8 years and still the best dude

Legend has it....This verse is still going.

The lyric was a 3000 word essay.

This song could've been an album if he slowed down

9 years later never heard such a good combination of speed, flow and lyrics

Still till this day one of the hardest songs I've ever heard

0%girls 0%drugs 0%oxygen 100%Fire

That's real RAP GOD

Charlie puth:"we don't talk anymore" K.a.a.n:"we don't breathe anymore"

9 years now and its still fucking amazing

The fact he did this live is even more impressive 🔥

did he get a restraining order against oxygen or something

My vocab has definitely increased. Thanks K.A.A.N.

8 years later and I'm still yet to hear a better flow, shit's goated, you're goated; you reading this comment, you're goated

This song never gets old, too talented

Kaan:I’m gonna make a new song Oxygen: ah shit here we go again

Officer: We're sending you to an underwater mission here's your gear and your oxygen tank. Kaan: oxygen? Why tf would I need that?

Still here rocking with K.A.A.N and this joint. We need a concealed pt 2

My jaw stay dropped in awe of that flow for the entire song, still isn't quite right 😮

Me: how many times did you read the dictionary? K.A.A.N: Yes

Lungs: Mr.KAAN, I don't feel so good

I'm glad youtube randomly reminds me of this video from time to time

Been looking for this for a while, finally found it again

Kaan: "this a other psychotic epi...." Lungs: "ight ima head out"

KAAN rap like it’s his last time rapping

Woooooooooooooow he looks so young, I’m so grateful to have grown up along side this gem 💎

OH MY... WTF IS THAT. THIS IS SICK. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥(also the twinz beat makes everything better)

Doctor: how often do you smoke? Me: only when kaan breathes. Doctor: your lungs are in perfect condition!

When you have practiced a whole week for a presentation.

My god!!! This dude murdered my mind! Had to rewind 25 times lol

8 years later this still slap

Had to pause the video in between so he could breathe!!

Doctors: imagine if there is more than 2 lungs in humans Kaan: hold my beer

Underrated... GOAT

it's a tradition to revisit this every now and then

this song is playing at a party I'm at, gonna drink a cup everytime KAAN breathes update: I'm still sober

Record Dealer: you got 4 minutes to impress me KAAN:

som brabo demais, faz tempo que não escuto uma obra dessa.

Straight into my playlist

Take a drink every time he breathes...... gonna be a sober night

My guy would fineness a bong with those lungs.

How am i just finding this straight fireeeeeee!! Big ups right here lets gooo! 🖤🤘

9 years later still bumping this

KAAN : WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Me : what.. KAAN : W-H-A-T A-R-E Y-O-U D-O-I-N-G Me : breathing KAAN : Loser

*No oxygen was used in the making of this video*