<ah yeah I’m with this I’m just gonna sit here laid back to this nice mellow beat, you know And drop some smooth lyrics Cause it’s ‘88 Time to set it straight, knowwhatI’msaying And ain’t no half stepping Word I’m ready>
Rappers stepping to me they want to get some But I’m the Kane, so yo, you know the outcome Another victory They can’t get with me So pick a BC date cause you’re history I’m the authentic poet to get lyrical For you to beat me, it’s gonna take a miracle And, stepping to me, yo that’s the wrong move So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food? Competition I just devour Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn I got it good, now let me tell you who I am The B-I-G D-A-double D-Y K-A-N-E Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many I’m different, so don’t compare me to another Cause they can’t hang, word to the mother At least not with the principal in this pedigree So when I roll on you rappers, you better be Ready to die because you’re petty You’re just a butter knife, I’m a machete That’s made by Ginzu, wait until when you Try to front, so I can chop into Your body, just because you try to be basing Friday the 13th, I’mma play Jason No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle The name is Big Daddy, yes Big not little So define it Here’s your walking papers, sign it And take a walk As the Kane start to talk, cause...
<Break> Ain’t no half-steppin’ <scratched> I’m the Big Daddy Kane (3 times)
My rhymes are so dope and The rappers be hoping To sound like me, so soon I’ll have to open A school of MCing, for those who want to be in My field in court Then again on second thought To have MC’s coming out sounding so similar It’s quite confusing for you to remember The originator, and boy do I hate a Perpetrator, but I’m much greater The best oh yes I guess suggest the rest should fess Don’t mess or test your highness Unless you just address with best finesse And bless the paragraph I manifest Rap prime minister, some say sinister Non-stopping the groove, until when it’s the Climax, and I max, relax and chill Have a break from a take of me acting ill Brain cells are lit, ideas start to hit Next the formation of words that fit At the table I sit, making it legit And when my pen hits the paper, ahh shit! I stop and stand strong over MC’s And devour with the power of Hercules Or Samson, but I go further the length Cause you could scalp my cameo and I’ll still have strength And no, that’s not a myth, and if you try to riff Or get with, the man with the given gift of gab Your vocab, I’ll only ignore Be sleeping on your rhymes till I start to snore
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