Big Daddy Kane lyrics

Big Daddy Kane lyrics

"Looks Like A Job For... lyrics"

"This is a world premier and I'm here.."
	 -> _It's Hard Being the Kane_

[Big Daddy Kane]
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
And I won't have to do no-body work
The minute I come on stage and take position
A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it
Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it
People'll start singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To show and to prove to the people
the man that really is the king in it
Cause I take the cake like Hostess
No, not the one you wanna play high post with
Warm it up Kane, warm as a snorkel
Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
the flavor to jam and slam the land
I flip the script like nobody can
It's like they lack the crowd to get liv
Now I Can Die lyrics
he takes me everywhere he goes and he goes everywhere he likes to try on all my clothes but not my underwear and he never hates me just wants to levitate me now i know the secret of the world i am the girl and he is the guy i never dared to be simple and wise he opened up my eyes i understand everything and now i can die he gives me everything he's got and he's got everything he calls me on the
e and raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic They're frank with force, cause you know, Kane comes off See me and the mic go together like neighbors And if that's too fast, here's a slower flavor You see.. I.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand.. No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can rip the microphone to shreds Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me You shouldn't address me cause you can't impress me So don't test me, boy, I say you better move over Yeah, yeah, huh Many people tried to say I fell off He went R&B, now his rap is all soft But if you say that on stage, I'll prove you wrong And wax that ass, rappin off a love song Cause with the street in all battles I'm still hard like a mallet, servin competition like salad I'm g
Better To Reign In Hell lyrics
Heart in hand passed to the clasp of painIn a dark lowland that set bad blood in veinsBurning, like penal fires roused to stainThe jagged-toothed skyline braced with crossesThe golden dawnLay lost to mist whereEmboldened thornsMade their bed with toppled stonesHe closed His eyesSunken to dream thereOf crow-black skiesAnd a great white empty throneHorror stalk
onna give you some damn good advice G Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea Cause now you're comin in the danger zone There no man, can withstand, or hold his own I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise even if you put a condom on the mic that I use That won't protect ya, I still can effect ya Cause I flip the script, like a movie director I'm makin the non-believers believe what I'm dishin up And people that's still fans, will be air conditioners Why golly gee, I'm the hypest The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous In other words, by knowledge and degrees you gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze A black man, you know I got, SOUL for rockin the track and sparkin the mic that I hold Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies I didn't forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound* A lot of rapp
We Will All Go Together When We Go lyrics
WE WILL ALL GO TOGETHER WHEN WE GO When you attend a funeral It is sad to think that sooner or Later those you love will do the same for you And you may have thought it tragic Not to think of other adject- Ives to think of all the weeping they will do (But don't you worry) No more ashes, no more sack cloth And an arm band made of black cloth Will someday never more adorn a sleeve. For
ers today, know how to flow Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro But if I ask for the mic at your show Aiyyo, I think you better let it go! Cause I go in a rage on stage The rap it never stops til I get my props And if you don't know my style, well look here my friend You saw _Faces of Death_? Hehe yeah yeah aight then I'm tryin to tell my competition the scoop That I'm breakin down, any soloist or group And even though, some of them try to play souped When I come on stage, they spread they wings like Troop And fly away, cause I don't play I slay, okay, okay? The king of combat, my competition scat Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll that The one they like to follow, bite and borrow Lock into my style, just like a Rottweiler So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore? Looks Like a Job For.. * cut n scratch "Big Daddy" *