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1. _ W.G.O.N.R.S.
[Big Daddy Kane] People people, we gotta get over before we go under, and I wonder why we can't find a little piece of mankind Instead of always step back, gimme my damn nine Livin the thug, like the shoot up the drug type They love to hear the people sayin, "Yo that kid is bugged right?" Just a game, so please, out here men die The average black man today don't make it to see twenty-five Cause someone else got the clock rocked Tryin to get the neighborhood locked, to be the new man on the block But if you asked me who's the man I'm like, "You tell me? I don't know, Ed Lover, Dr. Dre and Heavy D?" I got my mind on comin up, if not in first place then damnit I plan to be the first runner up But it seems, I got a lot of problems under my belt and everday I gotta ask myself [Scoob] Ah what's goin on, in our society What's goin on, in a de country What's goin on, in your community What's goin on, tell me [reggae chat] - can't translate [Big Daddy Kane] I seen a kid freshly dipped with mad gold Fifteen years old, with plenty drugs bein sold But then somebody caught him for his Air Jordans his drugs the cash and the jewels he was sportin You wanna call your girl a B-I-T-C-H You can't appreciate so now she's humpin your man, then she ain't Cause when you teach her that hoe mentality They accept that as reality and give all your friends the skin You need to show some love for your people All men are created equal, that's why with everybody I always spread love, and keep my pockets full of dol-dollars But check it out now We're not the uncivilized, the Kane ? So let's get it together, man we did it when we were slaves Instead of always tryin to blame someone else Take a look around, and ask yourself [Scoob] Ah what's goin on, in your community What's goin on, in a dis country What's goin on, in our society What's goin on, whoahhhh [reggae chat] - can't translate [Big Daddy Kane] Nowadays it's all about provin you ain't nuttin soft And everybody's always talkin about bustin off But that ain't where we gotta go, kid we can throw and handle this thing like Holyfield and blow Then when we get it off our chest, let's put it to rest and try to make some money progress Because if I got a dollar, and you got ten and you can get a hundred from a friend if five others kick in Shoot, we can take that stack and put it back in a community that's black, to make our people attract like somethin magnetic, cause word is bond it's pathetic We always talkin about this piece of the pie but it seems we can't get it Unless we field the life of a drug dealer and start stellin llello but you know where they go up to the penile, because they chose to be wild And now you're upstate kid, uh, waitin patiently to see trial Now let that whole gangsta route slide There's too much money and skins here on the outside for me to ever let my freedom go Cause I got mine, now get yous, and let me know [Scoob] Ah what's goin on, in our society What's goin on, when you nah haf no money What's goin on, people on the street Whoahhh, why is it so.. [reggae chat] - can't translate more free lyrics |
2. _ Let Yourself Go
Somebody tell me who's that, what's that It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack Don't even front and try to ask who is this cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah Witness Stronger than Listerine, moppin up rappers like Mr. Clean Oh Lord, the Kane just hit the scene Booyaka bo buck, rappers have no luck Cause when I come through, I'm catchin wreck, like a tow truck Cause ain't no way in the world the Kane could ever, fade I'm stayin on top of this thing, in order for me to get, paid And anyone comin to me for a battle is gettin, slayed Whenever it comes to the lyrics I'm rappin I got it, made So back up off me, cause yo' rap have no hap' so slow dat and act like you know dat Cause you can dream about bein this up to par But not even Johnny Mathis can tell you what your chances are Competition I'll drill em, and definitely outskill em To make the long story short, I kill em Cause I face em like Jason, bizarre And when I come through, it's like tchk tchk ahh Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Givin you mo', ready to go, kickin the flow, rippin the show Comin to blow, check out a pro, look at the glow, act like you know Left the lonely lonely through lyrics loose in me Leave the lowlife left lingerin lost like ??? Anything you can imagine done to a microphone I did it Ripped it, flipped it, hit it, split it, let it so dig it But don't make me get ill, or chill, cause if I exercise my skill rappers'll hit the floor like Johnny Gill The smoothest soloist, with this to exist to bliss and diss who risk to test this Cause this ain't no game, I treat you like a picture of my ex-girl, and rip that ass out the frame I come pursuant, pursuant, pursuant, pursuant and step it to him, to him, to him, to him, to him I leave a rapper's career ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined And watch him fade like my voice is doin, doin, doin Ease back when I attack Your poetry is wack so don't ask for no slack Cause I'm tell you straight up, I'ma bring it son You want +Poetic Justice+ go see John Singleton Because a battle ain't no thing to me And I don't look nothin like Tarzan so don't think you can swing with me Just let the Kane take control, I'd like to know if you really ready for some super dynamite soul! Then come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! So what's this? A new attitude, you're tryin to act rude You saw _Menace_ and now you in a gangsta mood What are you kiddin me? That's the heart of stupidity If you wanna be a gangsta, join the mafia in Italy Fakin and frontin on stage like you're hard I hope when you get to Detroit, the real thugs gon' pull your card Flashin guns like you got somethin to prove G What, you wanna be in the next John Singleton movie? You're sayin that you're buckwhylin But don't convince me, convince the brothers on the Island Otherwise just forget it, unless niggaz that did ten years say you a gangsta, I ain't wit it Yo, I raped his mother, yo, I shot and killed him Is that what you wanna get across to the children? I guess you're not gonna be happy til it's for real Four year old kids, doin drivebys on Big Wheels Or maybe you wanna see it be more fatal like Kindergarten kids, tryin to cook crack with Play-Doh Now I don't mean to take the fun out the jam I just want some to understand about the gun in the hand We gotta show our people how to live equal Peace out, I'm catchin folks on the sequel It go, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe And yo I got the funky flow So let yourself go! more free lyrics |
3. _ The Way it's Goin' Down
Hit me, baby (that's right) Hurt me, baby (that's right) That-that-that funk That-that-that-that- That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk That's that retarded-like fonk Like you put your armpits in a drum machine Good God Break me off some of that Come on Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit em When I get with em, girls I'm in em, smokin like bags of ism The one that keep amazin y'all, don't even know who you're facin, pa The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car The one who created it and many others imitated it I heard your rap style, kid - hated it Let me show you how, look here, now check my style What I spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wow Ba-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get down And sway, sway when you hear the music play Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say Hey I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane He makes the party swing He turns the mother out And rips apart things Then I go... Da-da-da-da-da Yeah, I like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin down Da-da-da-da-da You know I like the way it sound And I just love the way it's goin down Now, what's this b.s. you're sayin? And don't try to act like Martin now with all that 'i was just playin' No need to grief or mourn cause now the beef is on Boom-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone Just cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with me You step to this, I give you mic-o-vasectomy I only know one person that can come next to me No, that's a tattle Cause I can't count my own shadow A battle? I gots to have it Unless you're gonna rob me like they give Riddick a win for Chavez Cause tryin to go against the Kane rappin Is like a pimp tryina pull a nun - ain't nothin happenin Clear the way for the one, champion, true black don Gun gettin the job done take a look, hon Back up, son, you know you can't get none Come on, I'm on a whole other level of rap And it's like that, now show me where the party at Da-da-da-da-da Yeah, I like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin down Da-da-da-da-da You know I like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin down The B-I-G D-A-D-Y, no, back up and add another D Come back to the K to the A to the N to the E Live from New York, the one and only I give it to you raw for my homies And to the ladies: I take em lookin somethin fine It don't mind if we bump 'n grind If you're with me, jump in line Because if in my wallet I can find one prophylactic Then you better believe, girl, that you're gonna get your ass dicked Hard type of rappers extinct like a dinosaur The kind you saw rhyme before But now you never find no more Steppin to the Kane with some drama to be startin Because I put em all on ice like Tonya Harding Back up, boy, I got the whole convoy Rollin with me on a mission that's to seek and destroy So, to all the people that's been tryin to talk about me You better change your name to 5000 cause you're Audi And if you bring on your crew, I'm steppin to them too Just put the beat on and watch how I swing through The groove, with more style than a backstroke Drivin past my competition like cab drivers do black folks That's the way I move, I always stayed a Smooth Operator with data watin for you to play a groove To turn it out without a doubt and show what I'm about Good lookin, Brooklyn, yeah, we in the house more free lyrics |
4. _ In the PJ's
[Kane] Aiyyyyyyyyyyyyyyo! [Rick] "For all of y'all.." [Kane] Check it out, check Aiyyo, we gonna send out to all the projects out there [Rick] "For all of y'all.." [Kane] Yknahmsayin? Like Roosevelt Projects, Marcy Projects We gon' send it to Fort Greene, L.G. [Rick] "For all of y'all.." [Kane] Better yet, all the projects in Brook', no all the projects on the East Coast [Rick] "For all of y'all.." [Kane] Now when we come to Church Street South Yknahmsayin? Canal Street there in Durham, North Carolina [Rick] "For all of y'all.." [Kane] Streets of Crooklyn, and all the great streets Everyone everywhere! Sounds like everywhere around the universe [Rick] "For all of y'all.." [Kane] Yknahmsayin? All the projects, yknahmsayin? We sendin this out to everybody, this one here [Rick] "For all of y'all.." [Kane] Now do you understand me? We gonna set it off one time, dig the flavor y'all [Rick] "For all of y'all.." [Kane] Ha hah hah! [Big Daddy Kane] Livin in the world of ghetto life Shot with the gun, get you cut with the knife That's the story yo, the way the peeps like to move No fakin the funk, it's all about how to show and prove Some get to make it through life livin legal The others gotta try to survive, doin the evil that men do, peace to every hood that I been through I even got love for my homies in South Central But to the East my brother, cause that's where I stay at Runnin through the streets like a stray cat Like that Good Times show it makes me go hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Up in the projects, it gets no ILLER With true gue-RILLAS, and stone cold KILLERS It seems that every night, you get to hear the fireworks As much as I hate, to see my people die or hurt it's just a street mentality, a reality Neighborhood warfare, that brings home casualties And just because I moved out the residence It don't mean that I can't represent Chorus: Kane + "Yeah! Yeah!" -> chanted in back throughout So to my peeps in the PJ's, throw your hands in the air [Rick] "For all of y'all.." Let me know you're out there To my peeps in the PJ's, throw your hands in the air [Rick] "For all of y'all.." Let me know you're out there And to my peeps in the PJ's, throw your hands in the air [Rick] "For all of y'all.." And let me know you're out there Ah to my peeps in the PJ's, throw your hands in the air [Rick] "For all of y'all.." And let me know you're out there [Big Daddy Kane] I'm runnin mob deep around the way It's me and the crew, we're tryin to map out the day Yo what's the haps on how we gettin snaps? Are we gonna shoot some cee-lo, or play a game of craps? Matter fact, Shane, ring the intercom And see if you can get ten dollars from my moms Tell her to throw it out the window if she got it to spare Cause the elevator's broke, and I ain't checkin for the stairs And do me a solid, run to the store shorty And pick me up some Olde E, but not a 40 Just a two-two of brew will do, so I can knock it out fast to make the coldness last [Scoob] And while you at man see where'd your friend go (word) He shoulda been back a HOUR ago with the indo (yeah) [Big Daddy Kane] And meet us in the back park to get sparked So I can be toasted by time it gets dark Aiyyo Jay, I see that bulge in the back of your jeans Hope that's the God U Now, know what I mean? Cause if somebody brings the noise, I'ma make it a silent movie So take the safety off the toolie Cause I don't want no beef, NAHHHHH BABY The only thing I wanna do is PARRRRRRLAY Peace and harmony is what I relate to But damn man, drama's just in the nature Chorus [Big Daddy Kane] I send this out to the homies in the hood That stood by my side, to help a brother do good Just like SWV you was Right Here Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah we in there From all thugs that flex with all the muscle down to the brothers, that got a swift hustle Like good golly Miss Three Card Molly, a neat trick where people get beat quick Wanna see a sweet vic? [card shark] Jackety Jack, blackety black You get nuttin back, and that's a fact The sweetest game I ever seen All you gotta do is find the red queen Just point to it, can anybody point to it? I play by the point of the finger of the hand "The one in the middle! The one in the middle!" That's black, you get no money back! (Kane: Aww man! See, I told you!) more free lyrics |
5. _ Brooklyn Style...Laid Out
Chorus: Big Daddy Kane Come on y'all and feel the groove Get on down and make your move Welcome to the funkiest Brooklyn style, laid out like this Chorus [Big Daddy Kane] I kicks the flavor good, to represent the neighborhood where I come from, and that's the place of Brooklyn where the grimies are born and bred And bullets are like eyeballs, two to the head [Scoob] Well is it Brownsville? Time to represent for the map where the peeps smoke blunts and like to wear mad gold caps The party addict about to explode From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code [Big Daddy Kane] Parlayin on the corner, drinkin 40's shootin cee-lo It's a Brooklyn thing, aight? You know our steelo And for those who just don't know how it go Play like a substitute teacher and ACT like you know [Scoob] So yo, who wanna set it? You better kick your best G You and your whole entourage couldn't test me I represent for the fo' main And if you're not a booty bandit, then niggaz can't hang Chorus [Big Daddy Kane] Now, let's get straight down to the point I represent for this Brooklyn joint, baby pah, where we're takin it to Makin a few dollars don't mean you gotta forget where you come from and try to be someone, that you're really not and front with what you got You're gonna be looked at as a black man still so keep it real What type of mission can I say you on? Because you musta done changed to some Grey Poupon, heh I'm really happy to see you blew up But always remember my man you grew up in the PJ's all your life, in a broken home (Scoob: Well alright now) Up in the PJ's all your life, keepin it strong, WHAT! I be the Louis Ave livin, live long lastin lover Bonafied black brother, word to the mother Skilled at trades at hand with those who made the man with support and always stayed a fan My dialectic style is perfected in ways you can't imagine rap bein accepted Funk'll slam like a doper jam, pops I'm takin mine like taxes with Uncle Sam So check out the asiatic type of flow like water in the Nile, but it's Brooklyn style Chorus [Scoob] Yo, this is Big Scoob, no practice I'm flippin on niggaz like little kids on that mattress You know my style, Baby Pah from the PJ's My lyrics so dope, they too fat for local DJ's So hear me out, no doubt, no need for screamin My boys in the back, clockin your jewels, and they scheamin Why did they step to me, I hit em, bow, bu-dow Knocked out his fronts cause the kid was mad fragile No need for beef chief I'm rollin mad deep So pick up your teeth, I got him shakin like a leaf Not tryin to scare you, I just wanna aware you I bet you won't even look at my face (WHAT WHAT WHAT) I dare you Yo nigga please, yo I'm nice with these while you're guardin your grill, I'll be beatin up your kidneys Me and my boys with the fat tec 9's with my joint cocked back, in case a punk tried to take mines Where I'm from there's no need for hesitation We cock and squeeze, now where's the doctor for this patient? He's drippin blood and now he's down to his last breath But he won't make it, cause he knows that my joint is def The ill, type of Brooklyn artist who rocks the har-dest, regard-less who you know and where you're from I pull your file (How?) Brooklyn style Chorus more free lyrics |
6. _ Show and Prove
Verse One: Scoob Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield So bring your grip or you can think twice Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket I cut hand, you still can't get no cards You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin cards But if I got beef and it's time for code red My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed So hurry up and skedaddle Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle So where you from? England, you somebody great? You burnin Scoob, "I don't think so mate" I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope" Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Verse Two: Sauce Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic N-B-A style, fann-tastic No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play Win Lose or Draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie if I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I'm duckin, nay Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way Rappers get gassed come on and get fast Try to get past when I blast, and you can HAND over your ass One line and that's fear Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear So Shyheim, if your down with the groove Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Verse Three: Shyheim Yo, yo I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger So check me out, as I flip this here track kid And make mad noise like a Metallica record I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin when I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya Like a crazy man from Cali son My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what? You know my style, I put the F in effin foul The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn? With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? Huh Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it I come for your title kid, run it! Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit Ahh yeah, that's that shit Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya Look inside my rap book at every text my man and see that I got, more essays than the Mexican The Messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state Scared straight, for their prepared fate Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant So well in it with every single element And competition gets none! Huh If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run I see the way you're trying to get to me, but with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with The non-resistable, non-competible No-No-I'm-Not-Sayin-I'm-The-Best, I'm just sayin I'm fuckin incredible! And let's just make one more thing understood That if I FART on a record, TRUST me nigga it'll sound good So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Verse Five: Jay-Z Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z Hey G! I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed I live one rent from besides that be between get off my dick and stop jockin me When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya Get on the mic and show and prove Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Come on Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm Rain on your college ass, disco dorm Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget You couldn't get a FLICK, of the hype outfit Because the way that I dress this style mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream "OW!" Whether at a party or just in bed All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?" I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know she says "GO ASK YOUR GOD DAMNED FATHER!" It's all about me in the place to be Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame How many enemies wanna claim the name Of Ason, who carries on like a manager YO!, SOUNDS FLY RIGHT? DANGER!!! more free lyrics |
7. _ 3 Forties and a Bottle of Moet
Funkdafied one time for your mind This is how we gonna get it off baby Now dig the flavor, ohhhhhhh yeah I got the Mister Cee in the place to be Of course, I be the Big Daddy Kane, here to entertain I got Ax-el, ready to max well Yessir, we gon' get busy one time for ya dig it right? We gonna call this 3 Forties and a Bottle of Moet Why? Cause I drunk 3 Forties and a Bottle of Moet Plain and simple, but this is how it's gonna go for ya Mister Cee, yo It goes a-one, two, three.. Some people call me Kane some people call me Big Daddy My momma's name is Ruth and my pops is Clay Bradley I got a little brother, some of y'all may just know him I would say his name, but we ain't speakin at the moment I walk through the streets of New York everyday I hang with rappers like Doug E. Fresh and Cool J I hang with Tone Loc and Don Cheadle in L.A., plus +I Got a Man+ you know the Positive K I get blasted with the Ol' Dirty Bastard So peace to the RZA, the GZA and to the rest of the Wu-Tang niggaz My man Shyhiem with the gangsta lean, da cream to rise to the top, and you don't stop And Mister Cee, is in the place to be And Mister Cee, is in the place to be Oh Mister Cee is in the place to be And missjones in the house most definitely Ax-el, ready to max well Ax-el, ready to max well The B to the I to the like to the G Rockin on to the break of D As I keep it strong I won't steer you wrong I'm tired of this, let's go on to the next song more free lyrics |
8. _ Daddy's Home
Intro: Big Daddy Kane "You know daddy's home.." Yeah baby! Get them sounds up Action Alright L.G. baby make the track move one time "You know daddy's home.." Uh-huh, now dig this here right Now I can remember one time I said, "It's eighty-eight, time to set em straight right?" (word up) What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninety-four as I continue to give you more "You know daddy's home.." This is how we gonna try to bring it to you one time Uhh, and I go, and I go "You know daddy's home.." [Big Daddy Kane] Peace peace y'all, don't eat grease y'all, huh A Brooklyn nigga representin the East y'all, come follow me now I get down for my crown with new found wreck and bring the noise like I'm comin to soundcheck The stage is clear for me to rock it So I snatch the mic like a Brooklyn nigga does a pocket Clear the throat, to perform the art to treat the stage like a movie ticket and rip it apart Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say to make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her cause I've been watchin the morgue, then the Korean store owner (Whoo!) Mack man number one, you know how I move You'd think that I'd be shavin my rhmes, cause they'd be so smooth Mr. Wonderful and all of that gun to pull shit that you be talkin nigga don't even run the bull Cause if I roll on you kid, I do the body rude like the cops did on ummmmmm.. that Rodney dude Peep it! Chorus: repeat 4X (except last line 4th time) "welcome to a new Terrordome When I come to roam you know daddy's home.." Watch out now! [Big Daddy Kane] Just like Sylvester it's still on, get it? still, on, fukkit, let's move along I rip shop, in hip-hop, to sew it like a ziplock to get props, in this spot, look at me at the tip-top The kid got, to get hot, you thought that I would flip-flop or drop-drop, but ummmmmmmmmmmm.. I did not! They say, "Kane you're old school out here!" I said, "I guess I got left back, cause I ain't goin nowhere" The Kane will remain in this domain to reign again when I entertain Cause when it comes to lyrics, I got plenty black I'm so god damn dope, I sell rhymes in a twenty sack The microphone pusher man but not drug related Hip-Hop orientated, keepin you captivated Mr. Cee cuts, I linger through em, Larry is singin to em And oh me, I just bring it to em Chorus *fades out* more free lyrics |
9. _ Somebody's Been Sleeping in my Bed
Now I'm a family man that works hard for the money with the sweetest wife ever *smak* I love you honey I buy her everything, if it takes my last dollar Even her nails and her hair to be done at the beauty parlor We spend ample time together, doin dinner and a movie and whatever else sounds groovy And when we want real excitement and drama, word to momma we walk around in our pajamas in the Bahamas I love her and I need her and I never ever cheat her I'm far too carin to be considered a woman beater My style is gentle, romantic and friendly Nothin like the husband from _Sleeping With the Enemy_ I thought that she was in love with me I used to think that she couldn't get enough of me But lately things been seemin strange and.. baby you changed Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed.. Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed.. Now I've heard of traffic but I've never heard of when you get off at five and don't make it home til ten Another thing that I can't comprehend: matchbox and pens from the Holiday Inn And every night that I had to work late I come home to see that the bathroom ain't straight I look at the toilet bowl and wonder whassup because I know damn well that she don't piss with the seat up And lookin at the underwear in the room Now I wear silk drawers; whose Fruit of the Looms? Another thing that's quite bizarre - my bathrobe smelled like Brut, but I use Dakar Now I'm seein that she's treatin me crummy Also, she must take me for some dummy Because she'll lay in bed and say, "Come on in" but them ain't the same bedsheets from this morning Now yeah my dear have you been busted but I still feel like P.E., +Can't Truss It+ You need another lover like you need a hole in your head and you might get that, you cheesy rat Cause thinkin about the cost of a divorce I feel like Johnny Taylor, it's cheaper to keep her Cheatin on me, what's the reason why? I hope you die Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed.. Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed.. You done hurt me, broke my heart and played me for your fool Now here's my chance to get back at you and I'm gonna blow my cool All day long, I'm just singin a somebody done somebody wrong song I'm tryin to see how far can this kid go before our relationship ends up on skid row Why should I try to stay attached to her when I'm probably better anywhere as a bachelor So go 'head girl with that game you're talkin And since you look like CeCe Peniston, +Keep On Walkin+ Your your your cheatin heart, you're tryin to rip mine apart Uhh, I wish I'd seen it from the start Cause now you're caught in what you thought was a fort Took a short, so I'll see you in court Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed.. Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed.. [Robin Harris] I hate my wife I wear my wedding ring on the finger cause I married the WRONG GOD DAMN woman [Richard Pryor] I leave homegirl ? and come back home, college feet be on more free lyrics |
10. _ Lyrical Gymnastics
[Kane *singing*] Do you know, what you're goin through? Do you like this style of rap that I'm showin you? The way I flow for you.. do you know? [Kane *rapping*] Yeah baby c'mon Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song One double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor and put some real lyrics back in the hardcore What I'm used to hearin, I can't believe it's gone But now just like a grill inside Burger King, the beef is on When I come, rappers begin to speak in degrees I even make Sisters With Voices _Weak in the Knees_ So run for your lives, Kane with the pen is like Freddy with the glove full of knives Who wanna test these skills, come see how it feels I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got refills You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't touch em Man, I'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat And you know, sometimes it's so sad that Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right Here's the news, you lettin the word hardcore be misused You ain't never paid dues Be for real, you ain't tough yet The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin you a ruffneck Your whole image is a dammmmmmmmn sham I'm glad in this business I didn't forget who I am I always remain the Kane inside a battle *singing* Never to walk in anyone's shadow I do my own thing, I do a thing of my own And with my competition I let it be known that battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son Six million ways to die -- choose one! My rap style is like a poisonous vemon We might as well be havin sex, the way that I put it in em And do I crush MC's - are you kiddin me? If rappers were grapes, I'd have a whole wine distillery So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, then I BLOW a rapper off the map, with the rap, when I FLOW then hit you with the skill that is ill, and I KNOW that all of this is good to go, cause yo that's the way the flavor always come The rhymes they flow accordin to the drum The Brooklyn style caue that is where I'm from You want the funk so let me give you some I flip on the flow on the track, just like that Amazin the people the style of the rapppin, is quite fat I'm lickin the lyrics and shootin the gat, on the mic black And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that The Smooth Operator is mellow with the saxophone Settin the tone that make the girls relax and moan Cause all the ladies I'm givin em lots of love Hittin more skins than a boxing glove, good God The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some From tall to short to thick, even the slimmie ones Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of Olde E and none of you players can control me You get the chance to see a true mack man with skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks than taller than anybody else's stacks it seem Cause the Kane get more paper than a fax machine The unforgettable, rhymes are too poetical Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical And I hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine rumors Cause Kane is makin a comeback, like Puma's! I get rough G, and set it on your whole damn company and Bogart, like my name was Humphrey When I get through, there'll be no more of them As many rappers I burnt, I should open a crematorium I make mad MC's give me my P's If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these N-U-T's, like the U-N-V's I leave you down on your knees, down on your knee-heeees! Razor sharp, many ways of art Source rings the chart, people praise the God for kickin the flows so fantasitic and this one here We're callin it Lyrical Gymnastics Uhh, so baby baby c'mon Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the rhymes to the song Uhh, ah baby baby c'mon Suki suki c'mon, and I'm gone! more free lyrics |
11. _ Don't Do it to Yourself
{Big Scoob:} Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Kane, drop it like it's hot Yo, pick up the microphone and gimme what you got {Big Daddy Kane:} Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Scoob, drop it like it's hot Pick up your microphone, it's time to rock the spot (x2) (Oh my god, tell me, is it really him? The legendary lyricist makin matters grim?) Because when I start to flow the results are so deadly Rappers start shakin like the legs on Elvis Presley Sayin (It's him, the great) that's how I intimidate But I just came to get my shit off, so I give them a break And pickin up the microphone after I left Is like givin mouth-to-mouth to a corpse, a waste of breath In other words, I don't leave no remains for you (Forget the men, that's the evil that Kane'll do) I bring it raw, gee, too hardcore, gee The only way you could fuck with me is in a orgy The magnificient, none can come swifter than Cool as ???, but my skin color is different We got the milk and honey My rhymes are just like Abraham Lincoln's face (on the money) Makin me freshest on the land, but let's not forget That if I rapped under water they'd be Aquafresh The best, oh yes, I guess... (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait - You said that shit in '88) Oh, I originate and create the great to dictate And regulate chumps and set em straight I get my point across because the boss is truly yours The source to the force, so put it on pause The one that assures applause, never took a loss Stronger than some Olde E quarts to a can of Coors In other words it's hazardous to your health So don't do it to yourself [Chorus:] Don't do it to yourself, don't do it Yo, you better not do it, you better not (x2) (Stop right there, you better freeze, cease Don't make me put my Timberland boot to your grill piece Big Scoob from Brooklyn comin through, don't start me Don't make me turn your jam into a tec-9 party) Hey yo, what in the world would ever possess you To think that you could touch me Or even try to come above me Or even think that you could flow this lovely? Nobody, and I mean nobody on this whole planet can stand it I rip it apart, and flip up the art cause I'm the best, damn it I crush rappers for the hell of it, defeat, I never tell of it So anything else you heard is irrelevant (You're not on the level) man, you're not even close to me (Step to the Kane) and get bagged just like grocery So spare yourself the misfortune and proceed with caution Cause I don't just burn rappers, I torch em With a skilled-out style that's mad diesel And I got hemorrhoids from shittin on so many people I crush those who oppose with blows to your nose When it comes to my crew (that's the way love goes) The Chocolate City for Black Cesar Incorporated (And all of the soft get faded) So before you step to me use your head And you better think about it more than Special Ed Cause trust me, kid, it ain't like goin against anyone else I'm tellin you, don't do it to yourself [Chorus] more free lyrics |
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