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1. _ Another Victory
Verse 1: Here comes the conquering brother that fathoms and never ceases. Violators pick up the pieces (uh) That are left behind as you're left to find The fury of the five fingers of death are mine, Rippin' on the microphone, receitin' poem, Givin' competition a Big Daddy syndrome. Some step up, (mmm) none kept up (mmm). They rap a brief moment and then shut up. Lips are sealed because all of this is real. I'm not about frontin', I tell the real deal of society (what); So how we livin, Like a turkey on Thanksgiving or like Robin Gibbons? Not to offend, I just want you to comprehend every message I send (tell 'em), 'Cause I don't understand, I have to wonder, damn, How could this lifestyle be fun to man, To see a brother gettin' paid undercover, Sellin' drugs to one another, 'Cause all the glamour you get is miscillaneous And all the product you sell is real dangerous Like um, um, let's say, un, poison, Destruction to all your own boys and girls who like to buy and give it a try, Admire and can't deny the high, that's why they soon die. These are the games that a fool would play today For our own kind to decay. No sign of brotherly love, Just scavengers in search of..... Chorus: Another victory (cut and scratched) Verse 2: When I'm ridin' in my Volvo, cops harass me. They never ride past me, they hound me like Lassie, Wantin' to give me a summons or a ticket. Huh, I got a place for them to stick it (kick it). They can't understand to see a black man Drivin' a car that costs 25 grand. The first thing they say is "Where'd you steal her?" And then they assume that I'm a drug dealer. Huh, that just makes me wanna laugh, 'Cause now I'm a star and your son got my autograph, So all the cops on the highway gettin' me, My name ain't Kieth, so could you please stop Sweatin' me So I can flow and go on, so on and so on To all the jams Cee throw on. Reachin' a summit as you learn from it, A lesson taught from yours truly, so here cometh The royal majesty, others have to be Fully prepared, though they still won't last with me, So when you hope to hang or even handle, I'll show the meaning of power and just cancel (period). Out of order, conquer and slaughter, You're comin' up shorter, boy, you'll need more to Compete 'cause the heat is deep in concrete, Defeat, bring up the fleet, flee 'fore we meet Or stay away, puttin' new rhymes on layaway. Then come get this when you're ready for business 'Cause aaaaah yeah, I'm with this (I'm ready). Yo, Mister Cee, what is this? (Repeat chorus) Verse 3: MC's and enemies I freeze at 32 degrees Because they can't drop rhymes like these. Competition never saw none done, So pay attention as I mention the 411. Just the other day, I heard a brother say, "Taxi cabs don't even come my way. They all be afraid they won't get paid So they zoom right past and pick up a lighter shade, And if they stop, the first thing they want, No more than two people and the money up-front, Treatin' me like I'm some type of thug. It might sound bugged but they don't wanna get mugged." Who's in the right or wrong? It's time to unite along The righteous with a walk in success and be strong. Instead of lookin' for someone to beef with, A brother like the Big Daddy Kane is peace with Rappers of today like (Kid'N'Play), Hey, even my man L.L. Cool J, (Stetsasonic) and EPMD, Public Enemy and (BDP), Salt 'N' Pepa 'cause we can't sever never, Wheihter, whatever, we better stand together. That means unite, not fightin' or fussin' or cussin'. Save all the base for the pipe and start lovin' One another 'cause separation is a flaw, So endure for more and stop lookin'; for.... (Repeat chorus 'till end) more free lyrics |
2. _ To Be Your Man
Mmmm, mmm, mmm! .. My my my my my my my my my This must be what you call, love at first sight When you commit yourself to someone and don't even know wrong from right (wrong from right) Looks like my feelings been united with you baby But maybe just a little bit too soon I realized that hearts get broken, sweetheart I couldn't stand the wound (can't stand the wound) So I put mines in your hands girl And it's all yours my dear but you got to be gentle, cause it's fragile see That means handle with care (handle with care) Heh, reminisce on how I first met you You remember -- backstage at my show I thought that I was the star until I saw you (but I did not love her) (I did not love her) Escapin from the crowd to be alone witchu Cause I had oh so much to say As we sat down in my dressin room girl, huh and just talked the entire night away From that moment on I felt that I knew you Just like the back of my hand (I love you, I love you) Loved you like I never loved another (I loved you) and dreamt of bein your man *sung* How would it feel? To be your man? (2X) .. Just think of the first time that we went out to the movies when we went to see that picture Iahhhhhh, I was the on the first thing smokin just to fly that head to getcha (I gotta getcha) And what about the time that I called you long distance on my car telephone (and I was alone) Now that's what I call reachin out to touch somebody at a million dollar zone But you see, it didn't matter sweatheart, nah baby Cause I'd call Mars for you Climb the highest mountain to be by your side Word to MOTHER, cause my love is true (my love is true) Girl, if you could just understand (try to understand) All the things that I'd do just for the sake of me, Kane, bein your man *sung* How would it feel? To be your man? (2X) Do it to em Blue Magic! *sung* How would it feel? To be your man? (2X) So whatchu sayin baby? So whatchu sayin baby? *sung* How would it feel? To be your man? (2X) Can I be your man? (I'll be good to you) So good to me.. (I'll be good to you) *sung* How would it feel? To be your man? (1X) C'mon girl, yeah, yeah (be so good to you) more free lyrics |
3. _ Calling Mr. Welfare
[Red] Yo, whassup Big Daddy? [Kane] Aiyyo whassup Red Alert? I'm chillin Duke [Red] Yo do me a favor man -- pleeeeeease tell me about these big ol bubblehead girls out here [Big Daddy Kane] Well hey, you know that lady on the top floor of my buildin? The heavyset one with about ten children? You may remember her as a slim honey when her man name was Pimp Daddy Hustler Stack Money A big time drug dealer from around the way Slingin rocks, makin G's everyday He drove a big fat Mercedes Benz and even bought her a car to perpetrate for her friends It was a brand new Jag, with the spoiler and rag And the girl was a nag, cause all she did was just brag I mean baaaaaaaaaaad -- we know your coat cost a lot You didn't have to leave on the price tag And count the times her stomach got plump Havin baby after baby by the same old chump And then the day came, he left the dame shamed But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game Pimp Daddy's wanted as he maxes and relaxes She can't even sue for money, pushers don't pay taxes So what's to do? Oh yeah To feed ten mouths, she had to call on Mr. Welfare [Red] What? Mr. Welfare? Man they playin high-post with low income Check this out -- when y'all go around to the corner y'all gonna check out another episode Go like somethin like this.. [Big Daddy Kane] Hey, if you think that suck, bust this Another little story as I reminisce about an old friend of mine that was livin out of order Makin money like water (illlllll-egal?) Yeah, sorta He sold drugs and robbed a lot of people But in these days and times, who lives illegal? It's all about who knows the trade and who am I to knock him? Homeboy was gettin paid He chose his own lifestyle to live - it was negative but his own prerogative Makin cash to flash and stash in half the trash The cops made the dash (sufferin succotash!) Because he had to do ten in the pen and then begin again to apprehend, huh But what's lost is lost, the reign is over (Huhhh, see ya!) Nice to know ya Money, no longer can he collect it Can't even get a job cause he got a jail record So what's left? No hopes of a career So yeahhh, he's callin Mr. Welfare! [Red] Mr. Big Daddy Kane They don't know what time it is about Mr. Welfare Do me a favor -- open up your book to page fifteen at the top and read it off like thisssssssss [Big Daddy Kane] Here's a story of a guy who had to cop out his life for bein a high school dropout In the ninth grade he wanted to get paid but now the young brother needs government aid Because in his past he decided to cut class and run in the streets to make ends meet No shame in the game of his but silly rabbit, Trix are for kids! So when you sat on the corner with a 40 ounce talkin bout whattup? Can't even pronounce your words correct, now in retrospect that's a shame - but in '89, who gives a heck? There's no type of path to follow It's all about a dollar, fuck bein a scholar That's why your report card's through Like a BizMark beat, it reads eww-eww-eww-eww-eww! So now you wanna wake up and smell the coffee? Lookin for a helpin hand, but get off me! I tried to tell you the deal last summer Stay in school, and get yourself a diploma Now you're on your own, tryin to make it alone No food or home, chewin on a meaty bone So what's to do since the cupboard is bare? Brrring brrring! Call on Mr. Welfare [Red] Yo Kane, that's the story about my man Mr. Welfare huh? [Kane] Yo like Chuck D said, how low can you go [Red] If she go any lower, she gonna have a personal problem Yo my man Mister Cee, cut it up money! * Mister Cee cuts "welll-fare" * [Kool DJ Red Alert] We-eh-el-el-el, el-el-elllllllfare, c'mon! Yeah Mr. Welfare He on some new stuff, what what is it? He all new and improved? Right? Yeah, like that old Bug-Out stuff This guy, is he alright or what? I think he on a mission with no kind of learnin You know what Big Daddy Kane? We gonna have to take care of this matter Mister Cee, go ahead, cut it up My man Big Daddy Kane gonna see about my man Mr. Welfare alright? Places to go, people to see, things to do, and you know what else to get.. see ya! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsss! more free lyrics |
4. _ Mortal Combat
The kiss of death on a rap pick Then you get a slap quick, so guard it with Chapstick In other words, protect and hold your own It only takes one punch to get head flown Fists of fury, suckers get buried Cause the Kane got more spice than curry I am the flavor down on paper And nothing could save ya, from catchin the vapors Rhymes that'll sting your face like a quick jab And I'm rubbin em in just like Vicks say I'm captivatin, dominatin, innovatin, illustratin, fascinatin Motivatin, elevatin, terminatin, mutilatin Rhymes they're worth their weight in gold, bold, never sold to a bidder That claim to glitter, you're so bitter like kitty litter As for damage, don't tell me what another do Cause I quote that I'm R-A-W So make room, cause fighters are doomed Try to consume, and make your own tune A grave from a casket, a tisket a tasket You're rhymes out of basket, boy you get your ass kicked For frontin like you hittin hard when your arms are too short, to box with God So don't even touch cause I come with too much Address and bless any mic that I clutch And for a rapper to challenge my freestyle He must be senile, and that's why meanwhile back at the ranch... There goes the asiatic chosen one that's expandin with a new branch So many slept on the nonchalant act Now wake up sucker this is mortal combat "you say daddy I don't want none..." --> Kool Moe Dee (repeat 4X) I seize and freeze MC's with these degrees Put me to my knees, or at ease, chillllld please I break it down, to bring on the next act Rappers are so full of shit, they need Ex-Lax So stop griffin, your mind is driftin Prepare yourself cause I get swift and captivate the crowd but you can't understand At times I gotta say to myself, "God damn!" As I get hot, and still be gettin warmer And I don't have beef with no other performer Keep to myself never bother another But if a rapper tries to diss I crush the motherfucker! Frontin MC's that be tryin to rip need to save it, and don't even play with me when I react like a volcano eruptin I step to you and say, "Now what's up?" then every word'll be just like surgery Cuttin you open so rush to emergency Or even bow to your knees and below Or get played like a game of Nintendo J-O-K-E-S ain't my style I ain't a child that's why I don't smile I combine a line designed to find behind the mind so devine the other rappers resign As I go on, from night to morn Beginning to end, from Knowledge, to Born Whenever rappers are lookin for static Looks like a job for King Asiatic An-y, send-me, competitors Then again, it might just be better to just slow down you don't wanna throwdown I get busy, get you dizzy like a merry-go-round Feel the wrath of a Big Daddy duel rhyme And competition, prepare for wartime Be alert for where I drop the bomb at As I destroy you with mortal combat "you say daddy I don't want none..." --> Kool Moe Dee (repeat 4X) I roll so bold with soul control the whole patrol of folders molders towin black gold So let it be said, let it be read Cause I lead ahead, of others who rhymes are old as Pro-Keds Tryin to diss the Big Daddy repetoire Moi?? You steady screamin out a antique segment wrote As I just play em like a pregant roach and STOMP EM For tryin the forbidden Your rhymes ain't hittin, boy you won't be gettin none of, or in front of, cause every one of my adversaries, lack, you little son of o-bit-uary column, and read your name If you ever try to step to the Big Daddy Kane So any claimin or aimin to be champion against me? Psssh, can't be one I rank supreme and it's a rapper's dream to scheme and fiend for my technique but redeem Cause there's only room for one teacher Wise words from a wise man'll reach ya I teach freedom, justice, and equality Peace to the brothers and sisters and follow me Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours Slaves, from mental death in power That's the reason before I drop this bomb I say peace to the Nation of Islam ("Make you say" (6X) "daddy I don't want none...") --> Kool Moe Dee ("Make you say, say, da-daddy I don't want none...") ("Make, ma-ma-make, make you say daddy I don't want none...") ("Make you say" (6X) "daddy I don't want none...") more free lyrics |
5. _ Smooth Operator
Well excuse me, take a few minutes, to mellow out Big Daddy Kane is on the mic and I'ma tell about a minimum length, of rhymes of strength and power, so listen to the man of the hour Flow and go to a slow tempo and you know sing hoe, swing low, then yo the show will go on, as I perform Transformin on stage like a Decepticon But I'm not animated like a cartoon I'm for real, shootin lyrics like a harpoon Across the crowd, the listeners, the spectators So let's groove with the smooth operator "cause I'm so smooth..." --> Rakim (repeat 2X) The B-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y-K-A-N-E I'm good and plenty, servin many and any competition, wishin for an expedition I'm straight up dissin and dismissin, listen Rappers act so wild, and love to profile Frontin hard but ain't got no style I give nightmares to those who compete Freddy Kreuger, walkin on Kane Street Confuse and lose abuse and bruise the crews who choose to use my name wrong, they pay dues Destruction from the exterminator But in a calm manner, cause I'm a smooth operator "cause I'm so smooth..." --> Rakim (repeat 2X) Now girls step up to this One simple kiss, and it's over Miss Sold to nice dreamers, high as the price seem girlfriend, you been scooped like ice cream So just swing or fling a gathering try to cling Cause It's a Big Daddy Thing And I'm lovin em right word is bond So just play Marvin Gaye and Let's Get It On I make it real good like Dr. Feelgood To make sure that my point is understood That when it comes to this there's none greater Sincerely yours... the smooth operator "cause I'm so smooth..." --> Rakim (repeat 2X) Now ain't that the pot callin the kettle black Sayin I'm a new jack, you need to be smacked The smooth way I say em and the way I display em to make them sound different in a way that's gifted and hey I'm, makin sure every lyric is done fine And I make one line, bright as the sunshine Attack you like Robatussin on a cough If you know like I know -- step off! Competition, I'ma get rid of You can't get a bit of, so just consider a break or rest vacation hibernation And make way for my smooth operation I'm a smooth operator "cause I'm so smooth..." --> Rakim (repeat 2X) Ahhhhh yeahhh, and you don't stop Genuine for eighty-nine And I still ain't half-steppin, peace! more free lyrics |
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6. _ Big Daddy's Theme
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7. _ It's a Big Daddy Thing
Ahh yeah We gon' pump this up one time As we set it off a little like this, kick it! Pump it up now (it's a Big Daddy thing) As we send this out to New York City Can't forget the posse down in Philly Also in Detroit (it's a Big Daddy thing) Chicago, Atlanta GA Sendin this out to Miami (it's a Big Daddy thing) Tampa, can't forget Virginia and North Carolina L.A. and Oakland (it's a Big Daddy thing) And the rest of the world as we go a little somethin like this (it's a Big Daddy thing) Let it rain let it rain to be put it pain with nothin to gain under the wrath of Kane Cause you can't maintain, I drained every brain to leave a stain plain to remain in my lane or path or road, until the next one be sewed That the B-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y explode Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm or be funky like a underarm And allow, me to show how, the microphone should flow Now, competition bow, to me like a Buddha The teacher, the tutor They come a dime a dozen but the Kane look cuter And I ain't about that slouchin or crabbin so save it -- cause that's one thing I ain't havin Because the purpose I serve is to please ya Rhymes will ease ya, like Milk of Magnesia So bust a pimp without a limp And I crush any wimp that would try to attempt to umm get loose I put a boost and used to chill the comp to Kane, I picked Beetlejuice "Big Daddy thing" (2X) I'm just that ruthless, to leave ya toothless Cause you're useless, makin up excuses excuses So never touch tap tangle or tamper A fearless fly foe'll get slapped with a Pamper Cause I can dig in your face like root canal But I'ma chill, won't even dispute you now Actin wild just ain't my style Cause only the live will be movin the crowd but see quiet as kept, not like a starter you but I can roast an MC like a barbecue In the Dead Zone, you shouldn't have left home Steppin to the man, now get the head flown I bring the terror, horror, there's no tomorrow Child you shouldn't even bother to press up, and get broken like a Lee nail So let me school ya plus scoop your female Just like a jiggalo but I'm much bigger though I'm like a hitman, pullin the trigger slow and smooth to the groove with lyrics that sooth and improve with every move, that's why you've been enhanced by the mentally divine So play football, and let's go the nine Shorts I take none, cause I ain't the one In eighty-nine there's damage bein done And for you to diss me, will be very risky Cause I make this be, as strong as whiskey To break and make my foes dispose in force So y'all can see how me the Kane will just reign superior, cause I ain't even hearin ya Save the yang, cause it's a Big Daddy thang "Big Daddy thing" (4X, then cut and scratched to end) And this one here goes out to my man Mad Money Murph Can't forget Big Sha, Big Therm And also I got to say whassup to my man Horace Got Nice and Smooth in the place to be Mack Daddy Nick, know what I'm sayin? Can't forget my man Ant Live And of course the one and only Prince Paul, peace! more free lyrics |
8. _ I Get the Job Done
[Kane] Hey yo Teddy [Riley] Yo [Kane] I ran into a young lady Maliya last night [Riley] Word? [Kane] Must have been her husband's payday [Riley] Heheh [Kane] because she bought me this here brand new diamond link that you see me with on [Riley] Mmm [Kane] Smooth, you knowhatI'msayin? You know why? [Riley] Why Kane? [Kane] Cause I get the job done Chorus: repeat 2X "I work" (3X) "I work.. baby!" [Big Daddy Kane] The question at hand, is how do I love thee? I count the ways but girls don't shove me One by one you can come and caress me Undress and molest me but you can't posess me Because I love a young lady that's beautiful but one that's smart for me, is more suitable In other words, to make it simple and plain You gotta have a brain in order to be Ms. Kane But in the case of not becomin my lady I take em eight to eighty, dumb crippled and crazy Crisp and clean with no caffeine and a pair of spandex or either tight jeans Couldn't believe the ones with the Chinese cunt but I'll take em with the weave hangin down to they butts And if you step up in a large sum Like Martin Luther King, I Shall Overcome I get the job done Chorus (+ Kane says "I get the job done!" every two lines) [Big Daddy Kane] Some of you ladies make moves too quick And settle down, without havin a large pick Rushin to becomin some pooh-butt's wife and no longer do you enjoy, the married life Well, I let you know this is a brand new year so never fear, the Big Daddy is here To do things in places your husband wouldn't And do certain things he probably just couldn't Let me sneak into your life, like a thief in the night Lick your body all over and squeeze you real tight Nibble all over your ear and give your back a massage You'll say, "Oooh I like it just like DeBarge" (how large) Smooth and mild I'll make you smile Honey child and if you like then get buckwild And when I turn her back on, you'll have to say like Calgon, please take me away So when your main course is doin nothin for ya Just look at me as a tasty side order that came into your life and brought a thrill Cause any husband won't, I'm a neighbor who will, get the job done.. Chorus (+ Kane says "I get the job done!" every two lines) [Kane] T.R., take it to the bridge, uhh! [Big Daddy Kane] Here's a perfect description of me Six foot one, and dark and lovely And if they're sayin black is beautiful, it's true not phony I'm Brown-er than Bobby so won't you be my +Tenderoni+ And get a whiff of this nymphomaniac and uhh, the date mack is ready to attack and prove that I'm a pro and far from a rookie Ain't no hair on my chest, but I'm one tough cookie Whoever said you had to be one-hundred percent masculine in order to be in? I'd rather be more subtle and smooth and SOOTH Girl, you won't disapprove And I promise that you'll never forget Hmmmmmmmmmmm, now what's a title to fit me? A champ like Tyson, a Captain like Kirk, no Employee of the Month, cause yo, I do work The K-A-N-E is on the J-O-B An expert, cause I get it D-O-N-E So lights, camera, action - all hail the one! That gets the job done Chorus (+ Kane says "I get the job done!" every two lines) Chorus * repeat to the end * more free lyrics |
9. _ The House That Cee Built
Introducing ladies and gentlemen the young man that's had over thirty-five soul classics Among these classics are tunes that will never die Tunes like -- "FUNKY!" "I get +Raw+" "Set It Off" "Ain't No Half-Steppin'" "I'll Take You There" "Yo, Word to the Mother!" "The Wrath of Kane" "Mister Cee Got a Master Plan" "This is a house that.." {Cee} "..built y'all!" Get up! Huh! Get up! Cause it's party time! Clap your hands! "Here we go.." -> Slick Rick "I knew I was the man with the master plan" -> Erick Sermon "Mister Cee!" {these two lines cut n scratched 4X} "Here I come!" -> Mighty Mouse "Yeah Kane!" -> Flavor Flav {two lines cut n scratched 3X} "Oahhhhhhhhhhh-owwwwwwwwwww!" "Here I come!" -> Mighty Mouse "Yeah Kane!" -> Flavor Flav {two lines cut n scratched 3X} "Oahhhhhhhhhhh-owwwwwwwwwww!" "Here I come!" -> Mighty Mouse "King Asiatic" {two lines cut n scratched 3X} "Oahhhhhhhhhhh-owwwwwwwwwww!" "Here I come!" -> Mighty Mouse "King Asiatic" {two lines cut n scratched 3X} "Oahhhhhhhhhhh-owwwwwwwwwww!" "Here comes.." ".. the DJ" -> 3X "Here comes.." ".. Mister Cee!" "Here comes.." ".. the DJ" -> 3X "Here comes.." ".. Mister Cee!" "You-you-you, you-you, y-you-you You-you-you, you-you, you just got ta" "Jump jump jump to it!" "You-you-you, you-you, y-you-you You-you-you, you-you, you just got ta" "Jump jump jump to it!" "Scoob Lover my brother, Scrap Lover my other" -> Kane "He's the greatest ever!" (2X) "Scoob Lover.." "He's the greatest!" "Scrap Lover.." "He's the greatest!" "Scoob Lover my brother, Scrap Lover my other" -> Kane "He's the greatest ever!" "Hey hey hey! It's.." -> Fat Albert ".. Mister Cee as we say, my man with soul" -> Kane {both repeat 4X} [Scoob] Yo Cut man, yo whassup with them pretty young skins out there Man what'sup? [Mister Cee] I don't know man, they ain't lookin at me I think they lookin at Scrap, whassup Scrap? [Scrap] Yo, I could use some new exercise Yo Scoob man, I don't know, what's goin on? [Scoob] Yo why don't y'all come a little bit closer and umm, sit on my lap, and talk about the first thing that pops up [Mister Cee] KnowhatI'msayin? [all together] Cause you can hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me! [Mister Cee] Awwwwwwwwwwww yeah! Yo I wanna take time out to say whassup to my brother Shannon My brother Knowledge and Baby B To my homeboy Eric B, Kamir and Robin Thyra, to my man, Mulah De La Soul, and Prince Paul To Nice and Smooth, Melle Mel, AB, J.R. To my man Easy Mo Bee, DJ LG and the LG Posse Swivey Bee and Easylee [Scrap] Yo I'd just like to say what's up to the leader of the Wolf Pack The Baby De La-ner himself I'd just like whassup to the DJ Mister Cee And to my brother Scoob Lover [Scoob] Yo I'd like to say whassup to everybody that stood by us, yknahmsayin? My man Kane out there, the whole posse, Eazy-E Keith and Sally from the Valley My man Laze, Eazy-E and the whole nine yards Can't forget nobody! [Mister Cee] Awwwwwwwwwww yeah! Can't forget my man Kito and Pony y'all [Scrap] Can't forget the clubhead herself, Joanne [Scoob] Yeahhh (peace) house music! more free lyrics |
10. _ Wrath of Kane (Live)
He has arrived, at the Apollo Big.. Daddy.. Kane! * fans screaming * [Big Daddy Kane] One two Can I get a stand? Can I get a mic stand? A mic.. Aiyyo whassup y'all ready to party or what? * fans screaming * We gon' groove with this one tune for y'all.. * fans screaming * Can I see the peace sign up in the air? You know what this is? The wrath of Kane, takin over your circumfrence Destroyin negativity, and suckers that come with the weak, the wack, the words, they're poor I thrash bash clash mash * Mister Cee scratch * and ten more Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see You need a savior to save ya, so lean on me I'm playin rappers like a haunted ghost and stomp em out like a watered roach I slay my pray and they decay, I blow away and throw away so go away, cause I don't play Attackin like a psychopath; breakin rappers in half so feel the wrath.. of Kane! The man at hand, to rule and school and teach and reach the blind to find their way from A to Z And be the most, and boast the loudest rap Kane'll reign your domain! (YEAH KANE!) The heat is on, so feel the fire Come off the empire, all the more higher Level of def one step beyond dope You suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE Cause I can never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let us beat around the ball like an Astro Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff but it still ain't loud enough So Mister Cee let the volume grow so I can flow, now yo Juice Crew's the family, Slick Rick's a friend of me and Doug E. Fresh, Stet', KRS and Public Enemy Blase blah, you know who you are The red black and green, the sun moon and star Knowledge of Self, degree of twenty-one after Peace in the name of I Self Lord and Master I come to teach and preach and reach and each with the speech every leecher I'm impeach Drop science and build with math And the dumb deaf and blind'll feel the wrath, of Kane! Marley Marl break it down! * fans screaming * Line by line, chapter after chapter Like a pimp on the street, I got a rap ta those who chose to oppose, friend or foes I still dispose Blow em out like afros Too many rappers have fronted to get a name out Yellin and screamin and jeerin but still came out Off the wall as butter soft-er y'all So you waited for Kane, to come after all competition, that bite and chew and crunch and munch to play me out position, you on a mission But stop lyin and tryin to front adventures Your rhymes are more false than dentures Freeze, as I get warm like a heater Bite like a mosquito, but still can't complete a rhyme or find the time to design a line or phrase that pays, so you down in rhyme I get busy from sun to sun Only twenty-one, untouched by ANYONE No one throws, bangs or blows All foes I keep em runnin like pantyhose They got soft and tender, front and they'll surrender I turned off more lights than Teddy Pendergrass Bring on the trial, war be my style but when I'm in effect, they feel the wrath, of Kane! Alright, pump your fists in the air like this y'all C'mon let me see the fists in the air C'mon y'all And let me hear you say yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, c'mon (yeahhhAHHHHahhhh) C'mon now, yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, c'mon! (yeahhhAHHHHahhhh) Everybody, yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, what? (yeahhhAHHHHahhhh) yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, c'mon (yeahhhAHHHHahhhh) And say hoe-oh (hoe-oh) hoe-oh (hoe-oh) Say yo baby, yo baby, yo (Yo baby, yo baby, yo!) And just throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just don't care If you're gettin cash money and not welfare Somebody say, ooh yeah! (ooh yeah!) Oooh yeah! (ooh yeah) Apollo Theater, I love y'all Peace! more free lyrics |
11. _ Young, Gifted and Black
[Minister Farrakhan] So out of the MERCY of Allah and the LAW, written in our nature We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence And when that individual, I make, NO apologies for what I'm about to say [Big Daddy Kane] Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill to obey okay so let the man build words of rapture that you have to capture And I just slapped ya with the hand full of literature that's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase Competition you must be on freebase Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin! Cause I got a strangehold You're still cold off the road for the role you stole Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a mic like a hammer, and drop grammar Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute They get the boot and played like a flute so just PLAY mute, don't even whisper Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady In other words, you're half-steppin' Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun But when it come to hype rhymes I got one Just like the album is still the same _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill to fill your grill so don't tell me you're real We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us *tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis! If we didn't revive em, bring back alive old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive You'd be another memory to us Ashes to ashes and dust to dust So understand, the way that I live that's positive - and the message I got to give It's a benefit for you and me I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E. The chosen one that has turned a new leaf I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish The Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish I flow like water, slaughter Put you out of order.. floored ya! Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin to be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon With the knack to attract the pack so just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black And just go with the flow you know In the place to be with my man Marley Marl Sendin this out to Divine Force Can't forget my main man Heavy D And to my good brothers EPMD And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two I say, peace! more free lyrics |
12. _ Warm it Up, Kane
Come, get some, you little bum I take the cake but you can't get a crumb from the poetic, authentic, superior Ultimate - and all that good shit I'm the original, Asiatic, acrobatic There you have it, now get dramatic Creatin drama when I'm on the scene And I pack em in mean, like Bruce Springsteen I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile put on trial a rap pile to exile Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLE And I'm still calm and humble You need another helpin hand to swing on I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey Starsky and Hutch, but they still can't face me And if may make this one thing here clear that's for you not to come near, PERIOD So I ain't buggin or delirious My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is And I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MC that thought he was nice into Minute Rice Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff Cause Cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff And the mic I ravage, not like a savage but in my own way of doin damage As I design the genuine line Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine? Warm it up, Kane (16X) .. Take two other men with soul that you probably know Deadly as Scarface, but bright as the Cosby show Don't attack rappers, but make everyone hush They step to me, but can't stop the bumrush I make material, rich and imperial The unique technique I speak is all original You like to sag and drag and gag Same old same old, but Poppa's Got a Brand New Bag So put the mic down boy, you can't work it Due to wack lyrics, it's bout to short circuit So toss the sauce across to the boss, no remorse You lost, with force, of course, a holocaust First I caught ya, then put ya through torture You moved wrong my son, so I taught ya Just like a guardian, that put your body in the mood to groove with the smoove way that I'm partyin Competition may find it spectacular Scheme and fiend to take a bite like Dracula and waste the taste, cause ain't no sugar here So come near if you dare, you BOOGA BEAR You start hallucinatin like Magic The wrath gets tragic, but Kane won't have it Cause you tried to juice me when you're bluffin Slowed the pace, so I had to start rushin So pick a VC date, cause you're history Here comes Kane Scoob Scrap Jay and Mister Cee And this is one thing to us we ain't new to The crew'll cast a spell on the crowd just like voodoo I'm the man you can't hold back and all competition appears to be weak I meant to say wack, a vision of blur Just them thinkin I'm competitin, I say, "Huh!" Warm it up, Kane (16X) .. Genuine for eighty-nine, you know what I'm sayin? As I give a shout out to my man Tony A Tony P, Sally Sal and the whole Libra Digital posse Can't forget my man Yawnski and Smooth the Barber, you know what I'm sayin? Also, I gotta say whassup to Born True, B-Boy, and my man big Jay Cee The whole rest of the crew, Scoob Lover my brother Scrap Lover, and DJ Mister Cee Can't forget Supreme, Abu, MelQuan and Shabazz Wally D, and the rest of the brothers and of course my little brother the Little Daddy Shane Manditory end of the story, you know what I'm sayin? Peace! more free lyrics |
13. _ On the Move
Chorus: (all together) Well, here we are, United just for you. Our flat-top cuts are new Because we're on the move. Verse 1 (Big Daddy Kane): Na-na-na now girls step up, the quick ones kept up. The slow ones need to pep up to keep Big Daddy's rep up, 'Cause I don't let up or get up or even set up. On a a speak freak, I know how to make you shut up. Gasp your breath as you huff and puff. The Big Daddy got more than enough good stuff, 'Cause I'm just like secret when it comes to trimin'. Strong enough for a man but made for women, So come one, come all, I'm not about bein' picky. It only takes a hickey to make you want a quickie >From the cameo haircut man that's dark and lovely, Smooth and suave, that's why girls dream of me, And not to flaunt, I love a flirt with a skirt And after a concert, a little neeeaaah don't hurt, Just to hear the girls screamin' out wild, G. You're not a Jungle Brother, but that's some Jimbrowski. I'm like a pimp, see, and iff you tempt me, I can fill up any girls that's empty, Give you somethin' that's mighy and strong, But ladies, don't get me wrong Because you say that I love 'em and leave 'em, but no, I please ya And then catch amnesia, But the party people can't be denied, So I remember those who's on my side. (Repeat chorus) Interlude 1: Mister Cee cuts and scratches "Scoob Lover, my brother." Verse 2 (Scoob Lover): The mic goes around like a 40 ounce. Now, I'm-a take a sip, now it's time to bounce. I won't get tipsy, I don't drink and talk And, no, I'm not a hoddlum by the way I walk, 'Cause I'm one hype, one brown-skinned brother. For those who don't know me, I'm (who?) Scoob Lover, A jolly good fellow, flowin' with the mellow. For all the choice cuties, I'd love to say "Hello", So take away the 3, let's stick to 1, 2. Me and you, now here's a clue what we could do. It begins with an S and ends with an X. Hmmm, not the number 6, so guess what's next, So girls, don't barge, don't blink, be still 'Cause it's about time for Scoob to get ill. Remeber you dissed, now you wanna kiss, Write me fan letters, sayin' that you miss. There's only one rap dance, the cool romancer. If I had a million dollars, I'd try to cure cancer, But I'm only here to get illey, ha. Now, I'm drug free and I don't smoke Phillies, So come here, shorty, go buy me a 40. And make sure it's cold so the crew can get naughty. (Repeat chorus) Interlude 2: Mister Cee cuts and scratches "Scrap Lover, my other." Verse 3 (Scrap Lover): You get jacked if you ever try to nap Ona a rap from Scrap because you know there's no haps. Now, right from where I left off, to all those who stepped off, You know you had it comin', the blame is what you slept off. ?Destruction played a part on roll, here's so to say.? You can't mislead me. Why? 'Cause I know the way. Always gave headahces, never known for heartaches. Time and effort, huh, that's what a star takes. Let me give you a true piece of mind 'Cause this rare species is so hard to find. I'm custom-made for all the ladies with guts, A tall box of hair or rather cameo cuts. Draggin' tattoes is what the girls found, Two on m chest, one draggin' on the ground. To all the young ladies that's clean and legit, As long as I got a face, you got a place o sit. No tokens for heart-broken turnstiles, No remarks or regrets, but I'll burn while Those that's destined to question for a new thing. Join us in harmony together as we sing. For all the ladies determined that once was So jealous, stop searchin' now 'cause.... (Repeat chorus) (Mister Cee cuts and scratches) Outro (Big Daddy Kane) You don't stop, you don't stop. You keep on to the break of dawn. more free lyrics |
14. _ Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now
Here we go, here we go on the smooth side Let's take a ride in stride and I'm the guide with the source, and of course - I don't wanna be the king or boss I just wanna get my point across Cause it's time to organize and open your eyes Realize, we on the rise to the climax, time to take charge Whoever said we can't live large? To seek out fortune without distortion and stop livin for just a small portion There is a move to make, we gotta take a chance to break all chains become awake Cause this is the new way, to be proud and brave and I ain't goin out like a slave In eighty-nine, I'm livin like a champ Step out my face, talkin bout a food stamp Child please, put it at ease Freeze, it's time to get paid in times like these We can't take shorts or take a loss So take it from the Kane and go for yours, because * Chorus * Uh-huh There, comes a time, where we can't be in the rear We gotta step up front, to get our share Make the change, cause we're not inferior For example, there was a black Ms. America Let's start to do for ourself We can't depend on no one else or the board of health So hold your own or else you're gonna find that if you play off of crime you go out like Aunt Jemimah We gotta put it in overdrive and strive to survive to stay alive, that's the reason I've came to, motivate us to the length Effort of strength makes you grow inch by inch Takin no mediums or small at all We gotta walk not crawl or else take a fall What used to be just hopes and thoughts are now in effect, and we can't take shorts, because * Chorus * Swing on that right there, pump it up, here we go Uh-huh, uh-huh, pump it up, here we go One more thing Let's unite together, we can't sever never no matter what or what-ever Because we need unity to find justice Just I See Equality so bust this Take a stand and command to demand what's grand I know we can if we just understand the true way of livin that was really meant for us So one more time, kick the chorus! * Chorus 2X * Ah keep it goin y'all A Prince Paul, rulin em all y'all A Prince Paul, schoolin em all y'all And Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony And Tony Tone never leavin the girls alone Tony Tone never leavin the girls alone And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop.. more free lyrics |
15. _ Children R the Future
On and on and on and on Me say the beat don't stop until the break of dawn Nor does the growth of our young world Yes the children, be buildin, each boy and girl Cause you are the cream of the planet earth The new birth, now take that for what it's worth And give the child room, to blossom and bloom Livin large, it's your destiny to consume To take flight and ignite to a brand new height Cause that's your goal in life - am I right? (Yeah!) To start reachin, come on each and every single one of y'all comprehend what I'm teachin I said listen up, listen up, listen up youngster Learn from a lesson that the Big Daddy brung ya It's nothin but knowledge, I shall bring to you And I'm not Mr. Rogers or Captain Kangaroo, but I know "children, children" - "are the future" (variations 4X) "children, children" Where we goin now? Take my hand my child, and let me show you how Cause I'm here to help.. .. those who need Knowledge of Self Young brothers and sisters, considered the cream that must rise to the top and fulfill the dream And there are desires that we all want to achieve but remember, respect is most greatest to receive And we don't have to gain it by bein TOUGH Or sellin our own kind that cooked white stuff So bring your negative mind from out of the shade Find your true self and let's all get paid, because "children, children" - "are the future" (variations 4X) People, people, why we live illegal? Your life just ends short and you know that there's no sequel (sequel) They'll say that it was fun while it lasted You run wild, stickin up and gettin blasted Pregnant girls livin solo, on the welfare Cause your so-called man said go to hell dere And young brothers that could be tryin to rap Instead, are out boostin clothes at the Gap Now what kind of life is that for a child? Runnin wild livin foul, hey, change your lifestyle Get some knowledge, and open your eyes Just take a little bit of time, how fully you'll come to realize, that "children, children" - "are the future" (variations 4X) [Kane * singing *] I believe the children are the future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all of the beauty they posess inside Give them, a sense of pride to make it easier, let the children laughter remind us how we used to be more free lyrics |
16. _ Rap Summary (Lean on Me Remix)
Lean on me! (2X) "Big Daddy Kane, a teacher.." (2X) "Big Daddy.. Big Daddy.." "Goes a little somethin like this!" "Can I get a yes" (4X) "Just lean on me" -> Kane *cut n scratched* [Big Daddy Kane] "Can I get a yes?" No "Why?" I ain't happy Cause I came back for these troubles to grab me And they've gotten a hold on me My oh my, things ain't what they used to be Looks to me like Eastside got problems Now it's time to see what we can do to solve them Change for the better, letter New rule be enforced in school so we can get rid of all the bad apples in the bunch Clean up the wall and cook better lunch Put the students in class where they should be to stop roamin the halls, and oh could we PLEASE, eliminate the drug situation Stop smokin and get an education Point blank, let's change the whole scenery You need help? Well hey, lean on me "Just lean on me" -> Kane *cut n scratched* "LEAN ON ME!" -> 2X "Whattaya do in a situation like this?" "Special mix" "Please! Like this.. like this.." "Whattaya do in a situation like this?" "Like this" -> *cut n scratched* "Goes a little somethin like.. like.." [Big Daddy Kane] Whattaya do in a situation like this? Get tough - or get dissed The job is yours to play the boss enforce the laws because the source is knowledge, wanna go to college? Or wannabe GARBAGE? It's up to do so what you gonna do I-I prefer to learn, cause this is for your own concern You gotta-you gotta earn, however the world turns So wake up-wake up, to put some sense in your head Don't be-don't be mislead, use your brain instead Because-because a brother like me, can't understand you playin yourself cheap, like a soggy old Pamper Since I'm-Since I'm around, I'm destined and bound to resurrect and perfect the entire school around the whole-the whole entourage, a class so large under Joe Clark, "I am the head [nigga] in charge!" The man-the man with the master plan for discipline Makin changes-makin changes, no matter what we twist or bend You may not-you may not understand what this mean to me But for your-but for your own good.. just lean on me "Just-just-just-just" "for your own good" "special mix" "You may not understand what this mean to me But for your own good.. just lean on me" "Just lean on me" -> *cut n scratched* "Big Daddy Kane, a teacher.." (4X) "Special mix" "Goes a little somethin like this!" .. "Special mix" (2X) "Goes a little somethin like.. like.." "Big Daddy Kane, a teacher.." *cut n scratched 2X* "..teachin a lesson" *cut n scratched 2X* "..teachin a lesson to be heard, that's word" "Can I hear a yes?" (2X) [Big Daddy Kane] "Can I hear a yes?" YES! "Why?" Things are better And we are finally, workin together in unity, and you're soon to see Eastside High as a better place to be The students, the pupils, have morals and scruples Our learning ability is increased quadrupled And we're off to a brand new start I played my part to prove that you're smart and it's proven, but I ain't movin, I won't be gone I'm here, when you need someone to lean on So take heed to this as a blessing and remember.. ain't no "HALF-STEPPIN" Get in full gear, I'm sure that you'll care in the long run, when you got pull here That means AUTHORITY "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" Word! So let knowledge uproot ya Go for yours, cause we are the future The ones who rise to supremecy And if you ever need a hand, just lean on me * more cuttin, scratchin, and samples to fade* more free lyrics |
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