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1. _ Here Comes Kane, Scoob and Scrap
[Scrap Lover] SURPRISE! Guess who's on the rise? And competition, I'm takin, and breakin em down to size I operate around the clock like city bus Never take five, cause yo when you rest, you rust Be advised, that I pack heat for beef I'm knockin brothers out the box, and knockin out teeth Twenty-one years young and I got the knack (You got it!) to attack and scoop girls like a set of jacks Ruff rhymes that rag any rap herb Built by the best to bust swerves like a sharp curve Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack track Twice as nice, but smooth as silk Somebody writin for Scrap, is like givin a cow milk I release, to make it hard for the fellas to cease cause I'm the type to make noise, I don't make peace Here's a new jack, ready to SWING And bring the hype type of freestyle rhyme for the crowd to sing Some say there's a party, but it looks like a job to Scrap I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap Me and ?Slap?, we run together through the city The nitty gritty, always together like titties By any chance that I do get burnt You better believe that I'm comin back, just like a tax return "Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap" Here we go y'all! (6X) "Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap" Here we go!! [Scoob Lover] Move over to the side, let a slim brother wreck it It's that Scoob Lover kid, so pull up a chair and CHECK IT When I get wild like Heathcliff, or Dennis the Menace It's like food to a fat man, finished I bust your head like a apple (A APPLE) And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that it's Snapple And wait around my way for your crew, who's next Cause I be lookin out my window with a nine like Malcolm X There's no comp, they all got stomped so Dream on.... dream away.... WELL OKAY! And play like Shante, and _Have a Nice Day_ I drop rhymes that go boom (BOOM!) And I can get funky like a high school locker room Don't even think that I'm country country bamma Scoob is hittin harder than a heavy heavy sledgehammer I rock songs to make your grandmother dance My rhymes are more together than a girl in biker pants I'm never backed up, I never once had a fronter Boy I get more beeps than a roadrunner *beep-beep* I never sweat the girls when it comes to a phone call I got things sewn up tighter than a football So skip to my loo or get stomped by my crew Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a damn thing new "Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap" Here we go y'all! (6X) "Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap" Here we go!! [Big Daddy Kane] Here comes the Prince of Darkness ready to spark this and show the people just who is the hardest Ruff and rugged, kind of similar to a nugget But yet and still, I manage to keep the groove, smoove Rebel for wreck them rappers I dissect them Cause anything I say on the mic will affect them (HOW?) So bad, they gotta run for shelter So rappers take flight like they work for Delta They know I ain't havin it, styles with no crab in it Fakin and flakin it child, you're sadly mistakin Cause who's a rapper here that Kane rip on the mic and start flowin *ZOOM* Yo yo yo, where you goin? That's how they flee from me, the B, the I-G Damn man, you know my pedigree, huh The gangsta, murdera, killa to ya for sure endure to injure him or her The breaker the taker money-maker never a faker My lyrics are built like Schwarzaneggar So all my competition gets destroyed You need to put your weak rhymes on steroid For you to ever to press up on the mightiest man to rip a show and flow, provin that competition CAN'T GO Because I do all, it's easy for you to fall I move all rappers like my name was U-Haul "Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap" Here we go y'all! (6X) "Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap" "and Mister Cee" "Well it's the Kane" "bring me on, and ah" "Scoob Lover" "bring me on, and ah" "Scrap Lover" "bring me on, and ah" "Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap Scrap Scrap" "Well it's the Kane" "bring me on, and ah" "Scoob Lover" "bring me on, and ah" "Scrap Lover" "bring me on, and ah" "Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap and Mister Cee" more free lyrics |
2. _ Brother Man, Brother Man
[K] Brother man, brother man [S] Uhh, a brother man, brother.. man, yeah! [K] Brother man, brother.. man, go 'head [S] Brother man, brother.. man, yeah! [K] A brother man, brother man, uhh [S] A brother man, brother.. man, yeah! [K] Brother man, brother.. man [S] Uh-huh, a brother man, brother man [Kane] Check it, we wreck shop, from nighttime to dawn It's goin it's goin it's goin it's goin [Shane] It's gone! Cause Lil' Daddy's like a rap helter skelter A bad mother.. [Kane] Chill Shane, respect your elders My younger one, UHH, tall and yellow Aiyyo, I got you covered like an umbrella [Shane] Well, I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through [Kane] So may I release you? [Shane] Oh oh, please do [Kane] So Lil' Daddy, my ace, my brother Get on the mic and let's rock with one another [Shane] And, here comes the six foot four, the rough and raw to blow up the mic with rhymes you like I strike the stage in a rage and burn just like a twelve gauge shotgun, cause son, the Shane is not the one The noise bringer, humdinger, funky rhyme stinger Bring your girl to my show and I'ma swing her The Lil' Daddy got it down pat, YEAH I'm like the name Heavy D, I sound fat Word for word, line for line, UH I gets mine and show I'm poetically in-clined If rap was made by ? then redeemed because you ain't got no ahhhhhice creeeeeeeeam So take a seat in the rear Don't dare to compare, cause I swear, you gets nothin here The way you see me knock out the next brother You'd think my moms had a talk with LL's mother, huh Aiy-yi-yi-yah, momma mia Man I burn the next MC like gonorrhea Knock the boots on a girl named Althea Then pull her friend by the name of Maria [Kane] Well I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through [Shane] So may I release you? [Kane] Oh oh, please do [Shane] So Big Daddy, my ace, my brother Get on the mic, and let's rap with one another [Kane] When I grab the microphone and shout You gotta spread out, spread out, spread out, spread out I'm ready to rip it apart, I hit em with one of the rhymes I'm rough in a flash, trash, bash, crash, smash slash mash Run for shelter, no one can help ya You pushed up on a heavyweight, when your rhymes are welter- -weight that's right, wait, because you're not fitted *singing* You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it UHH, I'm what you call a rap legend And definitely the last MC to be present Don't even try to take mines You fuckin new jack, you still got price tags on your rhymes Yo what's that sayin that Hammer says uhh U Can't Touch This, just like a pimple yo I'ma bust this I'm like Steven Segall, _Out for Justice_ As for competition, pssssssh, what's this? You're not prepared too, rappers are scared too Confront this, cause you know damn well you don't want this Some good advice is just break out Before I treat you like a fast food resteraunt and take-out As soon as I see the microphone yo I'ma, seize that Squeeze that, a battle, you better, freeze that Cause if you go through the Wrath of Kane, uhh Not even Lisa Fisher can ease the pain, so [K] Brother man, brother.. man [S] Uh-huh, brother man, brother.. man [K] Yo, brother man, brother mega-man, UHH! [S] A brother man, brother mega-man, yeah! [K] Brother man, brother man.. [S] Ha hah! Brother man, brother.. man, yeah! [K] Brother man, brother MAN, aowww! [S] A brother man, brother.. man [both] RUFFFFFFFFFFF! more free lyrics |
3. _ How U Get a Record Deal?
On the Black Ceasar tip, my dialogue is just like a frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog I'm the untouchable, never to be took out A Sexy Mother.. ooh child, Prince look out! I'm keepin girls of all shades on my trail From a Sister Act down to a Single White Female Cause when I hit the skins they all say, "Damn Kane - you knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign" But if you think that lickin toes makes me weak you better treat me like Freddy Krueger: don't sleep I write raps, ready to rip and rock real rough rhymes Run in rugged and raw, rapidly ruinin roaches Point blank - I spell murder to a bum All you backwards rappers - REDRUM, REDRUM! Cause I do em somethin awful, break em down to a morsel Makin sure that you're no longer adorable Rappers get so quiet when I'm comin, that if they shitted a dictionary, you couldn't get a word from em It's sort of a tradition in Bed-Stuy to do or die So steppin to me is suicide I couldn't think of a rapper takin mines I feel like Ali, "I'm the greatest of all times" Floatin like a butterfly, stingin like a bee Yeah I know this ain't boxin but that's still my pedigree But as for you, you have no appeal How you get a record deal? Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing changed the way I shoot off lyrics like a firin range Breakin out in a cold sweat - the death threat Gettin more props than a movie set The smooth microphone assassin, rhymes keep blastin Uhh, I keep the body count massive But if you say you increased the Bodycount troop You must admit that you joined Ice-T's group Cause you ain't hurtin niggedy nuthin, so why you bluffin? Tryin to be the new Big Daddy SOMETHIN But there's only, before me, no one is ?, huh You couldn't come Pryor if your name was Richard Cause I'm the Alpha and Omega Arm-Leg-uh-Leg-uh-Arm-Head, stayin raw til I'm dead And to battle me you shouldn't even try Cause with wings on your tongue, you still couldn't say nothin fly And I don't care if you bring a crew And I don't even care if someone else writes for you Man you could even be someone the crowd may just like but shoot you couldn't see me with a bifocal mic Check my resume, Rap Masters, word up Yo! MTV, BET, The Box and all that good stuff And Billboard for my five year duration And see that I got more spots than a dalmation Let's get down to finish this large You could bring on your whole squad, none of you chumps are hard All that garbage you mumble ain't real and seriously, seriously How you get a record deal? A lot of rappers today, wonder should I ask Kane to write rhymes for me to say? Well you're god damn right you should Cause my rhymes are like spandex, they make any ass seem good So act like you know Baby Pop when I riggedy rock the higgedy hip-hop non stop, as I freak the funk and flip the flavor to flow with the flyest A fury full force in the flames of the fire, now may these MC's rest in peace Because when I come to town, the population decrease I leave em finished, dead and that's that, huh Not even Pet Semetary could bring em back I slay my pray, A to K, I tell em like Jennifer Holiday No no no no no noooooooooooo way! That you could ever touch this, no you know how I feel? I think you bought your record deal.. more free lyrics |
4. _ Chocolate City
Mister Cee [intro]: I be the cruddy one that they call the DJ Mister Cee, with the whole Wolf Pack in the place to be. Better known as the Chocolate City. So Scoob Lover, huh, are ya with me...? {Scoob Lover:} Yo, I break punks up like a fight. Give me the mic, I'm hype. (Damn kid, you're starvin' for life) Cuz people be tellin' me, brothers be gellin' me, tryin' to get fame from my name but they chumps and they Butt-soft. They know I'm wilder than a dog with hot sauce. A mic, a stage, a crowd, and I won't stop: I set it off and get live like an alarm clock. People thought Scoob and Scrap was just a nickname; now that we rap, we sell more records than cocaine. Awww, shucks, now I'm back from the down-low, here comes Scoob with the currrr-ly afro. No chemical reaction, no need for askin', pure satisfaction, my last name's Jackson. You slip up, I get ill -- my boot to your grill, my nine kills, I'm Big Scoob from Brownsville. The world's greatest lover, the chaaaaa-clate brother... Chorus: Who's the committee? (CHOCOLATE CITY!) 3x Scrap Lover are ya with me? {Scrap Lover:} Yo, I drop science kinda like a pigeon; over rough tracks I tax any midget with a small digit. Smooth and mild but complicated, I put the crowd to to smashed like a driver that's intoxicated. Rappers write rhymes, and talk about guns and jail, but wouldn't squeeze a lemon in a cocktail. Don't say "huh?" or "what?", and don't ask who, cuz if you hear me, I must be talkin' to you. You probably thought I couldn't steal it, cuz I was a dancer, I didn't have a chance, but ya'll can kill it. You gotta be off your rocker, I'm lettin' suckers know that Scrap got more soul than Foot Locker. And if you heard I got skills, believe it's true; suggest for Pete Rock, for reminiscin' over you. It's not a threat, it's a bet, cuz hey, the last sucker who tried woulda been 25 today. Chorus 3x Big Daddy are ya with me? {Big Daddy Kane:} Yo-yo-yo-yo, look out, get out the way! Here comes the K the A the N the E -- huh, ya better flee. Cuz I don't need no hoodie to be hard, shoot: I'll kill a nigga in a three-piece suit. I don't be havin' it so the rear I'll attack, a size-15 to the buttocks, a-matter-fact. A hard-core blow to the face I'll provide, to give you a Crooked eye, just like St. Ides. Leave you home and you must be screamin' and yellin'; not een Kool Moe Dee shades can hide your swellin'. I bring it rough, tough; I said that I was Browner than Bobby, so you know that it's good enough. I'm untouchable to rappers my size. You dreamed of beatin' me, you better wake up an apologize. Some claim to be a Daddy or Poppa, but with me, you'd have no Ranks if your name was Shabba. Chorus 3x Now you know you'd too like to be with it... {Li'l Daddy Shane:} Shane, I cause pain, I make it rain. I'm wearin' and tearin' down to the last grain. Ha, I'm not a chocolate brother, but I dont' mourn, cuz I swear this vanilla kid got it goin' on. So don't even step to me if you're worth nothin', because I just might hurt somethin'. My competition thinks twice, cuz yo, for a young nigga, I'm kinda nice... {Laree Williams:} [singing] Ooooooooooooohhhh! Chocolate City are ya with meeeee?! Scoob and Scrap and Mister Cee! Kane and Shane and Laaaarrrrreeeeeee! Kaaaaaane....would your black ass sing it for mee-heee?! (Kane: Ohhh, ho, shit yeahhhh!) [laughter] more free lyrics |
5. _ Prelude
[Big Daddy Kane] Huh, huh, huh Mister Cee, are you wit me, uhh Mister Cee, are you wit me, DIG IT Gangster or prankster, define yourself, huh And put that rough talk on the shelf You talk all that robbery shit, but it's lame You wouldn't steal first base at a baseball game Never sold drugs, you never was a thug But you're talking ying-yang like as if you're in a gang I mean for goodness sake The only beef you ever had was a sirloin steak You wanna question me and all the words I say Well, you can bring the noise any fuckin day I rock a rugged-a-ruff rhyme to besiege ya And if I see you at a party, put up your dickbeaters By time I get through wreckin your jaw You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore Why should I give up for gangster contrast When I can rap about gettin some ass To prove that I'm a gangster only brings me trouble But the proof that I'm a lover * sound of a zipper * It's that easy but still you insist (yeah) That I do this (what?) more free lyrics |
6. _ 'Nuff Respect (Remix)
Enter the dragon, as I start, to braggin and taggin and sayin I'm baggin all rappers on the bandwagon Feel the fury of a renegade, well men I slayed So send the aid, cause I penetrate Bein the best up, with lyrics I dress up, so don't even mess up Or try to press up, it's better to fess up Cause if a rapper ever goes too far man I start to screamin on MC's like Tarzan So witness the glare when I appear None'll compare, so take a seat in the rear Child, you gotta understand, you just the man sittin next to the man, sittin next to the man, sittin next to the man And no one friar comes higher than the messiah Sparkin the mic like a live wire til I retire Whatever the comp is I burn em like fire with all the blow, I hit em hard like.. PI-YAH So take your hand and fold cause this is total control And no one grabs a hold, huh You got somethin to say, before it's told If you speakin on me, you better hablo espanol Cause I ain't tryin to have none of the penty-ante mumble jumble kick yak, you better get back Clear the way when you see me comin through Back up and bow, nuff respect due.. Uhh, I come down and put my weight on it Drop somethin straight on it, and sound great on it Parties erupt, and stages corrupt I pour like a quart in a cup, worrrrrrrd up I G-E-T the J-O-B done Makin the young boys say, "Daddy I don't want none" You puttin the man to a boy, before I can even destroy I played him like a toy -- Heavens to Merkatroid! Check my Modus Operandi Those who know my name know I ain't about games I go beyond knockin em out the box You wanna be a comedian? Aight, where's Redd Foxx? So if I want you, believe I'm gonna get you I wouldn't give a damn if Tony Terry was witchu So when I come in the same place as my enemy They all start runin like their name was Sheer Energy I won't say what you are but I'll hit you You're found on a woman and a penis goes in you Another clue, your first letters are P-U Act like you know boy, nuff respect due.. UHH, put in rotation, better than creation, with acceleration My vocabulary is very clever like a trick hand, sinkin em like quicksand Makin the competition feel like they need a kickstand to support what they thought would've brought them some type of victory, but none of them could get with me You better never act new Huh, nuff respect due.. more free lyrics |
7. _ Very Special
My, my, my, yes, I must admit That I have never knew love like this before And I adore everything about you I do mean every part of For meeting someone this beautiful, have mercy I wanna kiss ya father You're the kinda girl I wanna get closer to Become the most to you like love is supposed to do Cuz I fell straight into your trap And since they say love is blind I'm the Ray Charles of rap And I'm waiting for you to put me in your mix Because ya got my nose open like a jar of Vicks I'll be your king, baby, you can be my queen Uh, let's stay together like Al Green because CHORUS All my love is all I have And my dreams are very special All my life I looked for you And today my dreams come true You need me and I need you Love in us is very special Things you seem to do devine You look straight into my eyes Oh, our love was meant to be Cuz our souls touch tenderly Love is life and life is living very special Well I must admit that you know how to treat a woman Don't stop your love, like Keith Sweat, keep it comin' And our relationship won't ever get dull Because you're always on my mind even more than my own skull You're always givin' me respect and chivalry And I can't wait for your enticing delivery Staying together is a must Those tropicana drinks don't blend as good as us We were made for each other, meant for one another Neither one of us needs another lover And just so it can stay that way Yo, I'm on your side like Jennifer Holiday because CHORUS I talk the macho talk and keep my real feelings hidden But what about that "pimpin' ain't easy stuff"? Aw, I was just kiddin' Cuz if we unite, baby, I'd do ya right Well I hope you meant that mushy stuff you told Barry White Because I think I know you well enough to be understood Well let's talk about sex, babe No, not that good But Spinderella, yes, Miss, I'll still persist Well since you put it like that Daddy then we can do this CHORUS I wanna give ya my love Cuz you're the only one I'm thinking of I wanna give my love Cuz you're the only one I'm thinking of I wanna give ya my love Cuz you're the only one I'm thinking of more free lyrics |
8. _ Stop Shammin'
One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during the days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block with Spence and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal Now in ninety-three I'm still bein me You think my 'fridgerator ain't full of Olde E? Huh A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie Yeah I went from rags to riches but I still rock the saggy britches And I don't try to act brand new Eatin escargots and usin words like "rendezvous" The ghetto life I've seen a lot overcome make a little money and then forget where they came from Livin a plastic lifestyle, you're more false than dentures Don't make me pull your file -- stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] Stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] Stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] Stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) So why you wanna be what you're not? And claim to have things that you know you ain't got You're just a fantasizer -- spendin all your money on lustrous pink oil moisturizer Just to make your hair curly and thin You say, "Black is beautiful," but then you go and bleach your skin Money you're worse than Yacub cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two Plus you got a bad case of jungle fever And nmmana-nah-nah I just can't believe ya It's quite obvious you don't wanna be a black man So what's next - you're gonna join the Klu Klux Klan? You sold out to your race and it's a big disgrace You can't look your own people in the face You wonder why it ain't no black schools or hospitals You're makin millions of dollars and it's pitiful that you can donate to leukemia all the time But you can't give the Nation of Islam a dime They mention Muslims, you change the subject You can't even shake Farrakhan hand in public That whole busy attitude is a sham Umm bro, umm brother, umm.. Brougham, stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] Stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] Stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] Stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) "Change the groove and funk it up a little bit" I look in the mirror, at times I say, "Damn Black Caesar; how'd you get to be the woman pleaser?" Cause I remember when girls didn't notice me And now they wanna Come and Talk To Me like Jodeci It's strange, how back in the days I couldn't get with em Now all of a sudden the honies they wanna give me rhythm Well I'ma hit it, but still I show no pity So I hope you don't think you gonna be in my next video And many brothers I never even ran with be actin like they been hangin with me since I was a kid I mean just to get a piece of the action Man they start rememberin more times than Michael Jackson But I can't fade to the tag-alongs that want me to drag em on Frontin like a friend just so I can put em in But you cuttin yourself paper thin - stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] Stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] Stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] Yo, stop shammin! "Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) [Kane] And I'm out more free lyrics |
9. _ The Beef is On
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none That goes to show you that even when you're respected Brothers'll still try ya if they think you're butt-naked So i went uptown to get the low-down To see who made the whole thing go down Word on the streets had it Some kids from the Bronx with automatics Came to start static Some new jacks at the game Tryin to get a name Had a point to prove Wrong move So I can't wait to get em all straight It's a big payback when I retaliate Steam, I gotta let it off And I can't wait to set it off To revenge my main man that's gone And as sure as my name is Kane, word is bond The beef is on (Once again it's on) (You got beef) (Once again it's on) (You got beef you better save it for the muthafuckin meat market) It's time to show them how to get hard Callin a hit squad and pull all these clown's ciddard For tryin to friddont and fiddake the middood But when I get riddude - awesome dude So I took a little trip to Brooklyn Bedstuy Do-Or-Die is where i was lookin For my boys from Roosevelt, Albany and Marcy Plus I got a posse over in Canarsie I'm talkin about ill brothers that don't play They sit around watchin 'Scarface' all day So here we go, headed up to they scene Twenty deep in a van like the A-Team We rolled up to see what this joint's about When one of my boys in the van just pointed em out So without delay we reacted And started shootin like it was target practice When they saw that we wasn't messin around One tried to run, so I had to chase him down I caught the kid by the corner store deli Kicked him in the belly like I was Jeff Kelley I did his jugular vein something violent Came back to see my crew made the rest silent We sent fifteen bodies to Trapper John Cos the beef was on (Once again it's on) (You got beef) (Once again it's on) (You got beef you better save it for the muthafuckin meat market) (I don't happen to trust people I sort of figured if you thought I was weak You'd mop the street up with me And I got to kill a lot more of your people To put you in your place) (You send your boys in I send em back in a paperbag) Many screamed about a homicide But when I came to shut em down all the drama died I plead insanity when I got a jam with me And we roll like the Corleone family I bring the boys that'll bring the noise In the aftermath everything's destroyed Like a crew of barbarians And brothers that want beef, I make em vegetarians So don't even front and try to put it as if you're ruff Cos soon as I see ya, best believe i'ma call your bluff And everyone else that tried to press up on me tuff Have fallen and they can't get up My game is a ill one Cos i'm a real one Lorda mercy Nuff controversy A gangster, a khan A pimp and a don Waitin for the beef to be on more free lyrics |
10. _ Niggaz Never Learn
Things been said, plenty rumors been spread Many many many new jacks got it in they head that they can raise up on this and put the Kane in fright Heheh.. yeah right! Listen, you're just as soft as baby powder Don't let your mouth get you in somethin your rhymes can't get you out of Some good advice is don't even come out my way You better press up on Chucky if you're lookin for Child's Play Cause I'm a grown ass man in total command One of the best to ever be and no other can ever take a stand When I kick a verse the scene becomes so scary that niggaz get quiet like a library I pick up the mic like a hunter in hot pursuit Oh you want some of this? Then put that mic on mute Because you'll be in more danger than Penelope Pitstop Point blank, you get your shit dropped I got a death blow whenever I throw With double impact to take out the whole row Huh, I start swingin again and again You'll hear so many "ooh ahhs" you'll think it was Boyz II Men I break down, shake down, proceed down, beat down back down, smack down, rip down, get down showdown, throwdown, rundown, come down! *DJ rewinds* Here's a little message for your own concern You try to press up on this and get burned A battle with a non-believe is what I yearn Damn, niggaz never learn "Niggaz!" -> Eazy-E "This is for your own concern.." You Must Learn" -> KRS-One *repeat all 3X* If you ever see a jam playin you can bet that damn Kane will make it sparkle and bubble like champagne Dom Perignon I'm the Don of the set and I'll bet, that the girls, will agree That the B, the-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y Superfly feel like Ron O'Neal, gets ill, I got it goin on Word is bond, I'm more Dangerous than Michael Jackson - hah, sha-mon! So, I don't attract with the wick-wick-wack So take a step back, you new new, new jack Cause young boy, all of your rhymes are pre-natal Mines are fatal, cause I got The Hand That Rocks the Cradle So stay in your crib pen, before you get did in uhh, I mean done in, you gets none and the last rapper to press up on me wrong was.. .. ummmm.. damn it's been that long! So competin is not a smart decision Cause I start to dissin, then start dismissin You're tryin to battle with me well god damn scram The style that you're usin is as old as a Trans-Am Update yourself just like an 850 Shift see, oh what's the use you still can't with me Many MC's tried their best to press up But I guess, their best, wasn't goooooood enough! I'm not Robert Townsend but every time I speak I'll leave a rapper's chest beatin like he had Five Heartbeats Knockin out comp like Rocky Balboa And I make more noise than a lawnmower For my stacks I worked hard to earn (* Kane starts rapping real fast *) Bein the bigger the better the badder the boss The brother to break em when bringin the bomb to blow up the Boogie Down... * INHALES, DEEP SIGH * Damn niggaz never learn! more free lyrics |
11. _ Rest in Peace
[Preacher] Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today for this somber occasion Please join us in the mourning of this U-47 It was a great microphone in it's day until it met it's fate One evening while it was in the studio it was struck by the lyrical force of the Big Daddy Kane So ashes to ashes, and dust to dust May this microphone, rest, in peace.. [Big Daddy Kane] Knock knock, guess who? Yes, ooh The Bigger the B, the Iggah the I, the Jigga the G is comin through Yes I'm the one with clout, they're all talkin bout To be frank, I have the flavor like sauerkraut The microphone assassinator and furthermore I murdered plenty rappers and believe that I'll murder more So if you ask to give the Kane a go You better treat me like drugs, and Just Say No Because I utilize my skills to brutilize And in a battle, man you should see what I do to guys Whenever the mic's mine, I'll rock a hype rhyme and come off, like dirty panties at nighttime Cause any mic that I caress, I finesse with zest, and just bless, best yet to progress King Asiatic, no other rapper stands this You couldn't be a King if you played hockey in Los Angeles I gets pi-daid, top gri-dade, gotta admit ey point blank, the kid's stri-daight Cause when it comes to R-A-P-P-I-N, huh I got it locked up like a bullpen "May you rest in peace" -> 3X "If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest!" -> KRS-One [Big Daddy Kane] Rappers I get em and hit em and slit em and split em and rid em Acquit em, when I get wit em, you can tell that I did em I take em and shake em and bake em and ache em and break em and rake em, you can't awake em from the comatose way I make em Cause when you're messin with me -- you know what? You can swallow a live grenade and you STILL won't blow up! Pickin up the microphone you shouldn't dare It's like bein on a Stairmaster, climbin and goin nowhere You're perpetratin like you're ready and able but couldn't rock a show, if the stage was a cradle Your rhymes are old as an artifact, and you don't want no part of that So don't even start it black Anyone riffin I show them how I'm livin And give them some of that treatment like my man Michael Bivins I smack em up, flip em and then shove em down Huh, oh I-ah-ah-I-ah-I-ah-I don't be fuckin around To rip this microphone like this today since eighty-seven I came a LONG, LONG way To headlinin, all the way from supportin.. .. and I know you've been watchin me Norton! Through my whole rap career, a lot of young, huh, rappers sat there, and listened, a lot of young, huh, rappers sat there, and wishin.. but.. you couldn't see the Kane with X-Ray vision And just because you didn't see my crew for a few A lot of people thought the Wolfpack was through But if you think the Kane and Scoob and Scrap'll breakup I tell you like Marvin Gaye, "wake up.. wake up.. wake up.." Put it to rest, it's best to 'fess Because the Kane is breakin rappers like the IRS And consider this microphone the deceased Now may it rest in peace "May you rest in peace" -> 7X "If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest!" -> KRS-One more free lyrics |
12. _ Looks Like a Job For...
"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 live 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 gonna 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 rappers 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" * more free lyrics |
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