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1. _ Who Am I
"I was born.." [Big Daddy Kane] A black man from the motherland Speakin a language today most people don't understand where no one could bother me cause I had freedom, justice, and equality But then one day it was tooken away and I was shipped to the U.S.A. A young brother, made into a slave to harvest the midlands and clean the chittlins Given a new name, new religion No freedom to vote, not even to make a decision I saw my peoples, sold raped and took out The rest of that stuff that Alex Haley talks about They said I'm not from Asia I'm from Africa And all the blacks there now are just scavengers That's the way my mind was poisoned to believe that in America blacks are inferior A weak mind and a body of swine only adds up to being - deaf dumb and blind Illiterate to who where what and why So I ask myself: who am I? "I was born.." [Big Daddy Kane] A native New Yorker on the streets Known for rockin rhymes to real rough beats that I found in the attic, noisy with static A sound that made me, a hip-hop fanatic I made a few songs that sold OK Never top 20 or plenty airplay I came out hardcore, flexin cock diesel Saw a little cash, and pop goes the weasel I had to make that change and rearrange my whole rap format, no hardcore rap So now all the pop charts I rule over New Kids on the Block and Paula Abdul, huh I thought I made it, then my song faded and none of the black stations ever have played it I tried to blame it on MTV and say, "Damn, they cold played me for Young MC" But when you get down to it, I'm the real blame because I wanted the fame Money is not only the root of all evil It's also the destruction of black people, so conjunction junction, what's your function? Bein a scout, or sellin out? Look in the mirror at yourself, eye to eye and say: who am I? [Gamilah Shabazz] A solid change, have to rearrange this strange feelin I'm feelin, so appealin I am having to deal with Time to forget the myth, of bein black and a woman Can't get ahead, walkin on a thread, a tightrope Can't cope, don't be a dope, have a little bit of hope Runnin your scope on affairs You have to be aware, don't flare up Let your cup runneth over I'm not Irish, don't need a donut to fill up my dish nor two mango wish to wish on a star, they're so far Anyway I'm thinkin about today, not tomorrow I'm not a follower of anyone My time has come, it's already here My message is clear Like the women of long ago, I am also here also to show, I have the courage Have the strength, I'm for equal opportunity no matter the life, length of time Show me a sign, should I rely on a subliminal message, should I question what would seem to be, life's told me? Yes indeed, so let me speak [Big Daddy Kane] And that's comin from the daughter of Malcolm X So black women put it in your texts so you can never let, opportunity pass you by or even ask yourself, who am I? more free lyrics |
2. _ Put Your Weight on It
One for the ace and two for the deuce If you're ready Mister Cee cut the record real loose and uhh, test test test test, oh yes I wanna bless the mic, I caress with finesse Back off the microphone, you can't wreck it none I'm like a nine, and you're just a Naked Gun Some type of new jack, steppin in the area kind of reminds me of Eddie Murphy, Coming to America But you can't approach this, rhymes are too ferocious Do the knowledge as I quote this Freddie Krueger, walkin on Kane's street Five chapters and I still ain't been beat Bout time I turned the microphone loose Anyone after me is just an excuse Even the level of the devil or Exorcist can't get next to this This is mayhem, so competition, say when You're thinkin that you're ready, so I can just play him or them, no matter the quan-tity, you don't want to be in this battle, so just flee Cause I leave em panickin when I start damagin Kickin this swift, leaves you stiff, like a mannequin And frozen, this is a mind explosion as the chosen flows in, the competition throws in the towel, my sharp tongue is like a license I strike like Mike, Tyson I be icin Breakin the mic in half, just like a psychopath But still smooth and cool, just like a draft Leave the metro scared and petrol Ain't No Half-Steppin', so I don't sweat no MC cause Michael Jackson couldn't say it clearer My only comp is the man in the mirror So any pretender, you never been to the death zone, this is the wrath, do not enter These ain't the grounds for MC's to be wanderin These is the grounds that the Kane is conquerin Lyrics are bright and recite on the mic to excite delight, ignite, a bright light and a fright night for types who bite, to be quite like the man with mic swingin all tight, but can't get it right You're just a sloppy, cheap carbon copy Sent to ride off in the sun, said Kemosabi As the Kane remains everlasting With lyrics that's fast relief like aspirin So allow me to relieve, or breathe contact your brain and remain like hairweave Cause I can reach each participant with a speech that will teach, and have em hangin like a leach And yes still puttin rappers in fear So hold it right there, cause this is a nightmare As I cause a killer scene, and cut like a guillotine Any thoughts you had about winnin is still a dream Or more like a fantasy, tell me why can't you see There ain't a way that you can touch or stand on me You talk about how many rappers you slayed But I'm like a renegade, so I never been afraid so don't say hi to this Asiatic descendant Just say peace and everything'll be splendid Peace! Mister Cee, put your weight on it Boy put your weight on it, put your weight on it Put your weight on it Put your weight on it Mister Cee, put your weight on it! I'm outta here! more free lyrics |
3. _ Mr. Pitiful
[Big Daddy Kane] Mmm.. mmm, yeah Oh I like this I wanna tell this story A little story about umm.. .. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself But apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin I call this brother Mr. Pitiful I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out The story begins in 1984 when I met the BizMarkie out in front of the store He used to tell me all the time, "Yo your lyrics is hype We got to get together and make a record of some type" I said, "Man, the hype behind Run-D.M.C. and Cool J What the fuck makes you think they're gonna give us a play?" We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage Manhattan and Long Island, for Mike and Dave After that, I was convinced we can do it until my man Biz jetted and came out with "Make the Music.." From right there, I said, "Man, this shit is real Look at Biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills" I got to give it to you Dukes, I was wrong Well you out there now, so put my black ass on and sure enough, huh, in about a year's time I was R-A-W, goin for mine Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program And bam, GOD DAMN, look where I am The first album, _Long Live the Kane_, it sold about umm.. AWW FUKKIT it went gold The money was comin in, yes I had done em in It wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman then Cause I was in demand for lots of fans A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye I bought myself a condo out in Queens A plush white Volvo and drove off the scene But I remained the same since I moved out for instance - drinkin Olde E and Guinness Stout And also, hangin out with the troops Most of all, takin care of Ma Dukes Then all of a sudden things started to change And many old friends started actin strange Behind my back, sayin I'm soft and a sucker Some even said, "Yo let's rob the motherfucker" And family members askin for my papers But Biz set them straight, by makin "The Vapors" Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green I'm like, "What the fuck is this? Billie Jean?" People harassin me, steadily askin me dis or dat, some even had the audacity to say that I only liked light-skinned women Tchk, huh, are you kiddin? Cause I love everyone and I never act prejudiced to none But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical That's why they call me Mr. Pitiful A few people know what I'm sayin Hmm, to the Little Daddy Shane, you know what I mean and to my man Cool V, you know what I mean To T.J. Swan, you know what I mean and to Scoob and Scrap, you know what I mean To Rob Base and E.Z. Rock, you know what I mean The Magnum Force, you know what I mean And to the playboys, you know what I mean To Shemp Shawn, you know what I mean and the F.M.C., you know what I mean Can't forget Miv, you know what I mean Godfather D, you know what I mean My man Doug E. Fresh, you know what I mean and the fifty dollar crew from Canada know what I mean But most of all I can't forget my man Biz-Mar-KIE And may I send this to A.J. Quest, Rest In Peace ?? more free lyrics |
4. _ Taste of Chocolate Intro
Yeah.. You know, 1990 begins a new decade and since I got paid and blew up like a live grenade It's been a three, four year stretch And I'd just like to thank all of you Mmm.. And this goes to everybody in the entire world That means the United States, overseas in the U.K. Way in Brazil, Japan, Africa, and everywhere else I just wanna dedicate this one to you Here's another groove that I'm bringin to you kind of mellow And I just want to say hello or should I say peace as I start to release The poetry that don't cease is never the least Your feet got to shuffle as I put the muscle in the groove cause I'm so smooth Once you experience a whole Kane rhyme I'll have you dancin in a Soul Train line Pick up the pace and get a taste of B-I-G D-A-double-D-Y Kane in the place Doin the job how you want it done with lyrics that's bright as the morning sun So grab one line, rub it on your face like sunshine and everything else'll combine This is that particular beat for all the fellows feelin mellow to pump in the Jeep Uhh, also for every girlie to shamiyo, shamago like Laverne and Shirley Huh, now wait, now wait, now wait a minute Uhh! Now check this I wanna talk about peace and unity and love Not one, but all of the above Comin together like keys on a piano Black and white to unite and oh man oh man what joy did we, find Hard for me to say it sometimes more free lyrics |
5. _ All of Me
[Barry White] Let's.. get busy.. Daddy Kane [Big Daddy Kane] You know B.W. I've heard it said that a woman is a man's greatest gift [Barry White] Sure you're right [Big Daddy Kane] And success ain't nothin unless you have someone to share it with [Barry White] Mmmmm, so true, so true I've always felt that.. it's great to achieve in life Not having someone other than yourself to share it with it is, uhh.. [Big Daddy Kane] Sho' YOU'RE right [Barry White] .. quite sad [Big Daddy Kane] In my case, I may have found someone (mmm) I want, all, of that someone [Barry White] Yeah, I know what you mean Well I'll tell you my friend Just, communicate with her And always say what you mean and mean what you say because, it's her that you want.. all of me Aoww .. [Big Daddy Kane] Come here baby Come bring ALL of you to me When I say I want all of you I mean I want all of you from your head to your feet (mmm) I wanna taste everything from your lipstick to your toenail polish [Barry White] C'mere Kane brother [Big Daddy Kane] I want you.. I want you.. I want to hold you, I want to massage you I want to comfort you, I want to sooth.. you (mm!) You know the way you're standin still there I just wanna lay on the floor and make love to your shadow (A-heh) Sounds silly don't it? [Barry White] Not really [Big Daddy Kane] But for real, let me come on over there Run my fingers through your hair Hold your Nair, and undo that brassiere My dear [Barry White] Daddy Kane [Big Daddy Kane] Because tonight girl, all of me wants, all of you Ohhhhhhh Meeeeeeee, all of meeeeeeee Wants allllllllll of youuuuuuuuuu Let's start tonight, I know you're right Over and over and over Let's do it now, you show me how Over and over and over again [Barry White] Oh I can tell you're serious aren't you? I'm glad to see that you feelin, this way that there's somebody in this world that.. make you want to give up that kind of commitment Love is such a beautiful thing when it's, equally shared [Big Daddy Kane] Tell em Maestro [Barry White] When two people, find the same common ground They call it, having, so much in common Making love is one of things that people, these days seem to find too common [Big Daddy Kane] Communicate B.W. [Barry White] Sho' you right So I want you to know, that I really feel that you gonna make it all the way with this young lady You got my love, my respect You're bad.. young man, you're bad Meeeeeeee, all of meeeeeeee [Kane] Ooh baby, mmm Wants allllllllll of youuuuuuuuuu [Kane] All of you Let's start tonight, I know you're right [Kane] Oh, yeahhhh Over and over and over Let's do it now, you show me how [Kane] Can we do this? Over and over and over again [Kane] And over and over and over and over Meeeeeeee, all of meeeeeeee [Kane] Yes love, all, of me Wants allllllllll of youuuuuuuuuu [Kane] I want you Let's start tonight, I know you're right [Kane] Mmmmm, sho' you right Over and over and over I want it now, come show me how [Kane] Come show me Over and over and over again Meeeeeeee, all of meeeeeeee Wants allllllllll of youuuuuuuuuu [Kane] I want you from head to toe Let's start tonight, I know you're right Over and over and over more free lyrics |
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6. _ Taste Of Chocolate Exit
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7. _ No Damn Good
{Big Daddy Kane:} Hey, you know, [Name] I'm findin it very hard to understand The lifestyle of young ladies today {Male voice:} Yo, they're hard to figure out, gee They need a sincere leader {Big Daddy Kane:} You know, I've heard it said You gotta use what you got to get what you want But I think they're usin a little bit too much when they flaunt You know [Name], you know, ehm I don't understand the way these girls is rolling today, man How about you, man? {Male voice:} Yo, let me tell you somethin, gee If they ain't lying they tryin to do some other - wildness {Big Daddy Kane:} I know, I know It's like girls promisin you Thomas's And can't even cook toast, right? What I'm tryin to tell you, man, is... They just ain't no damn good No damn good Check it out [Verse 1] Now there's this girl named Monique The type of female that you consider a freak A big-time player playin like a drum beat You think her address is 21 Hump Street She step out every night to swing With her Lee press-on's and a nefertiti ring Bamboo earrings all big and lookin silly With extensions hangin down like Milli Vanilli And every Wednesday night at the Apollo First kid she saw with jewerly she'd follow And Monique would be ready to sleep With the first kid in a Benz or a Cherokee Jeep Strung out and givin up the nappy dug out You're on the critical list, about to pull the plug out So here, nympho, here's some good info Stop takin em putts and close your legs, toots Cause I remember you was one of a kind and a fine - hm I once was infatuated by the things that you do But now you're doodoo It's all about respectin yourself In order to gain respect from anyone else Treat yourself like a real woman should Cause bitch, you ain't no damn good That's right, there's a lotta young ladies out here That just ain't no damn good {Female voice:} But hold up minute There's a lotta guys out there that ain't no damn good either {Big Daddy Kane:} Oh yeah? {Female voice:} Yeah, cause I had to tell one the other night That his thing had too many 'nots' in it {Big Daddy Kane:} What you mean by too many 'nots'? {Female voice:} Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough {Big Daddy Kane:} Yeah, aight But check this here out [Verse 2] Well now, here's another story About this kid by the name of Corey A hustler with game tryin to make a name That was his aim, but his lifestyle was lame Cause he would front like it wasn't even funny About his girl, his car, and his money Pullin out a knot every place But every single bill had Washington's face And he went beyond exaggeration To lie about his means of transportation Because he said he had a Benz car Come to find out, it was his friend's car Talk about simple chronic halitosis Damn, his breath was ferocious He had an odor that just won't quit Smelled like he washed in Oil Of Oh shit Tellin girls he's daddy long-strokin (Shit, you must be jokin) Cause he ain't got no bitches And couldn't hurt a virgin if her pussy had stitches See, Corey, there's a lot you're missin Seems to me, you ain't got a pot to piss in So let's get one thing understood Muthafucka, you ain't no damn good {Prince Paul:} The moral of the story is The majority of the population of males and females today Are just no damn good more free lyrics |
8. _ Down the Line
[Kane] Okay, okay, okay, okay Attention to the whole crew Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover, I don't need your dancin Mister Cee I don't need you on the turntables Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough And Little Daddy since you my brother get yo' ass on in here Cause we gettin ready to take things down the line Here we go one time Prepare yourself for MC terror And don't make the error of tryin to come near a rapper so smooth and swift with the gift of gab to grab the mic, cause I'm sorta like Vincent Price, but you never been so nice So back up off me, I'm seperatin men from mice Kickin ass in every committee, city to city Until both shoes are city The regulator innovator dominator creator of data Plus an imitator assassinator Lyrics don't display a too don sweet Hard as concrete, and always on beat Steppin to this, you're not allowed You keep frontin on the stage like you're rockin the crowd Snatchin the microphone real proud But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on White Cloud So next up down the line, Scrap Lover [Scrap Lover] Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's mine But I prefer peace, so the road'll get rough when a toy MC, gets the heart to pull a bluff and there's no laughter, cause the one that I'm after is smashed, for that reason you have to make sure each and every lyric is harmless Cause if not, you won't be able to calm this Brother from Brooklyn, made to fit a groove And prepared for the unexpected, to make a move So put up your girl, and let's see who's in trouble troop And if you got a sister, then make it a double scoop The capital S the C, the R-A-P stands for me, cause I'm the only MC with an original rap style You disagree, you get put on the Scrap pile So stay off the set, with George and Jet-son You never seen a dancer who rapped well you met one Now spin the Wheel of Fortunes or be wise and stay back Co-host my show, like Pat and don't Sa-jak shit or get ate like oats and barley Save your Sweat for Keith, and the Beef for Charlie So next up, goin down the line, Scoob Lover [Scoob Lover] Yo, the microphone's mine It's the S y'all, to the C y'all, double-O B y'all Well god damn it's me y'all Jump back, kiss myself, I'm so fly Sip a brew or two, cause yo, I don't get high I might wave hi.. .. at a pretty young girl that walk by But yo, you all that, you can't stop? A-with the weave in your head like a mop? You must know karate, cause your face look chopped Now back to the subject of the matter I eat a lot of food, but I won't get fatter Let me see I'm slim, my hair is well trimmed And when I'm low-key I throw on a brim But I'm not conceited, when hangin out I need it For when trouble comes then I never have to meet it I'm intellectually spoken, I'm not jokin What are you, smokin? You be hopin wishin and prayin to be like Scoob but what are you sayin? Well it takes style, charisma, class Fuck up on the Lover, and I bust your ass So next up, movin down the line Mister Cee [Mister Cee] Yo, the microphone's mine Mission, to make DJ's feel the wrath So here's a paragraph, written on behalf of the ruler, dictator, DJ ambassador Makin a massacre, you couldn't last through a round of combat, where my left arm's at My mouth with the mic in my hand, when I attack I shake and bake or fake a snake Take em and make em ache and flake, I break like an earthquake When I erupt, MC's I corrupt, to be blunt I'ma tear shit up So next up goin down the line The Little Daddy Shane [Little Daddy Shane] The mic is all mine MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry The Little D-A double-D Y The S-H-A-N-E, yes it's me You better believe there's no comp and I'm certain So if you try to battle me, then it's cur-tains I'm no joke, the wrong one to provoke One false move and KERRRRRR-ROAK! So take it easy and slide on greasy Cause I'm more rougher than hair when it's peasy I'm more rougher than steak when it's raw So keep that in mind, mon cherie amore Cause I'm a lover you find quite young And Brooklyn New York, is where I'm from So keep it on and you don't quit That supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit So next up down the line, Ant Live [Ant Live] Yo, the microphone's mine Yeah I took it, I ain't gonna give it back And it's a fact that I can swing, I'm not a new jack Got the mic in a chokehold, you won't hear a peep Then I put it to sleep I see a lot of brothers got raisins in the place Not Al Pacino, I don't need a Scarface But I know, if some shit goes down I'll turn the whole New York into Bucktown A 'Face ain't real Scar'red, cause I real hard And I ain't no bullshit bodyguard Walk the streets to New York and stay alive All I need is my loaded four-five And sweet and deadly like a killer beehive And I can stalk in Fort Greene park and survive.. And my name is Ant Live [Big Daddy Kane] Now that's what I'm talkin bout That's EXACTLY what I'm talkin bout Put your weight on it fellas Anyway you can get back to work now Get back to your god damn jobs And we outta here, love peace and hairgrease more free lyrics |
9. _ Dance With the Devil
C'mon.. * echoes * Swing your partner, I'm about to start the dance across the land, the Kane will scar the people of our community, cause we're soon to see the future of the world to be without unity So brothers and sisters, let's check our history to reveal what's been hidden a mystery Because we're headed for self-destruction And you know that the government, doesn't give a (fuck) when one black brother sells another one dope And he can't cope, so he dies without hope Many of us live on this level Mislead victims who dance with the devil "Dance with the devil" "Dance dance with the devil" * repeat both 4X * Guns are bein bought over the counter like candy Comin in handy for chumps to act manly Once before they were only for the law But no more for sure, lookin at a L.A. gun war Even in Brooklyn, lives are bein tooken The Bronx is dyin while the box is steady cookin Capsule after capsule, settin a trap to destroy all our kind without a hassle I couldn't kill my brother, about a color or cocaine, not even over a rope chain In this world I'm considered a rap rebel to correct those who dance with the devil "Dance with the devil" "Dance dance with the devil" * repeat both 4X * There's no survival Bodies come in D.O.A, Dead On Arrival Everytime someone ships in artillery begins the game wonderin who will the killer be There's no war, so the Navy must wanna see drugs and guns shift into our country So we can shoot each other and sell each other death and imprison all the other ones left So it's time to start to rise We can't be uncivilized, we gotta realize that bein the baddest doesn't matter when your life is had So let Michael Jackson be _Bad_ No time to devestate, we gotta elevate to a higher level.. than dancin with the devil "Dance dance with the devil" "Dance with the devil" This is the dance with the devil! "Dance with the devil" "Dance dance with the devil" * repeat both 4X * Lookin at the fall of our new generation makes me wonder about the Emancipation Proclamation We're considered to be free, but did slavery devour when we're still slaves to mental death and power Misled and unknowin, people are goin more and more beneath, instead of growin +Express Yourself+, was said by N.W.A. so stop givin trouble a play Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze at thirty-two degrees to enemies that already tricked em and made em fall victim Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, just look at them What we need is peace and love and more love but I don't see none of the above So one for the bass and two for the treble (come on y'all) Don't "dance with the devil" "Dance with the devil" "Dance dance with the devil" * repeat both 4X * "Dance with the devil".. "Dance with the devil".. more free lyrics |
10. _ Big Daddy vs. Dolemite
[Big Daddy Kane] Mmm.. ohh yeah Mmm, mmm, mmm, ohh yeah Allow me to introduce myself as the Big Daddy Kane A smooth lover from around the way that's bound to drive any bitch insane [Dolemite (Rudy Raw Moore)] Well Dolemite is my name And rappin and tappin is my game [Kane] Oh yeah? Well me tell you somethin Mr. Dolemite The shit you talkin years ago, I could see But it's the 90's now and rap is all about me [Dolemite] Listen.. when it comes down to rappin I was THROUGH with it before you learned what to do with it I'm the KING so I'm stakin my claim in the rappin game Y'know? For all players, I am the speaker I'm also known as the hot pussy seeker When it comes down to ridin up and down in some pussy I make it weaker Also it gets a little deeper I was walkin down Broadway the other day An old old lady came my way She said, "I'll be glad when you 'come 18 I'm gonna give you a funkin like you ain't never seen!" I said, "LADY! Why wait for so much time to pass? I've been WANTIN to tear up yo' old gray ass" So I pulled out my dick It was so shiny it looked like it was painted The hoe took one look and damn near fainted I stuck it in the bitch and the bitch began to shout that, "Oh Mr. Dolemite, take that motherfucker OUT!" [Kane] Well you ain't sayin nothin slick to a can of oil I walked barefoot from New York to Dallas Won for Pimp of the Year at the Caesar's Palace Made a big snowstorm on the 4th of July And drunk the waters in the Atlantic Ocean til that shit was dry I was makin money before Washington was put on a bill And I kicked Jack's ass and took his hoe Jill I'm the one who broke the bull's back and made people say FUCK McDonald's and call ME the Big Mac [Dolemite] Why you long lanky motherfucker You ain't nothin but a sucker! I was born in a barrel of butcher knives Shot in the ass with two Colt .45's I've been slapped by a bear and bit by an eel I chew up railroad iron, and shit out steel! I jumped in the ocean and swallowed a whale Handcuff lightning and throw THUNDER's ass in jail [Kane] Why you ignorant decrepit motherfucker Let me tell you somethin I'm the one that put the M in mackin Because when you did it you was only actin I made pimpin a full time job so bitches wouldn't have to go out and rob I made the streets of New York hot as a SAUNA And hung a Home Sweet Hoe sign on every corner Yes I'm the player of all players and the mack of all macks Give a headache to Excedrin and knock the SHIT out of Ex-Lax [Dolemite] Why you insecure no business barn junkyard rat soup eatin motherfucker!! It was in the early 1960's when I originated my pimpin game I was callin whores jives ass bitches and pimps - sucker ass lame KANE, before you can take my reign You gotta cook me a chicken and a half a day Walk from New York to Los Angeles and throw the bones away You gotta be BORN BLIND and cannot see Yo' bitches have the POCKS in the ass so bad they can't even pee Ride a bald eagle a million feet in the AIR And get out and do the runnin man while you up there Have the Mumps and the Asiastic Flu And the Crabs around yo' ass start singin the Yankee Doodle Doo! [Kane] Aww fuckit I give up more free lyrics |
11. _ It's Hard Being the Kane
Uhh! Put your weight on it Uhh, and uh, Prince Paul, bring me on and uh Aiyyo Botch, bring me on and uh Mad Money Murph just bring me on and uh Just bring me on, yo This is a world premier and I'm here A presentation beyond compare So MC's step to the rear as I break through Girls say ooh and then skip to my loo That means dance as I get smooth with Poetic perfection that you can groove with Just like a passenger, hurry and fasten your seatbelt cause I'm about to start broadcastin the words of wisdom, so turn up the system loud and clear, I don't want no one to miss one word to be heard never blurred or slurred The preferred is absurd, all the damage that's occured As I break MC's like a lumberjack Ain't no comin back, you can't get none of that I'm not the type of MC to be merciful So if your name ain't Jermaine take it personal Cause like a vigilante I'm gonna kill off any sucker MC that tries to withstand me With the mic in my hand I start flowin then all competition flee and start goin in the other direction, run for protection Cause I can burn an MC like an erection You're too small kid, don't get involved with the verbal law for the Nation of Islam Wisdom I speak makes your head nod Showin I got the power, and that's from bein born the God But many doubt my Knowledge of Self But they're just illiterate, so I don't consider it Feedin off poison that's pollutin their mind and that's the reason I don't swine I gotta maintain, accelerate my brain and god damn, it's hard being the Kane Give it to me! C'mon! C'mon! Uhh! Give it to me! Give it here! Give it to me! Yeah.. This is the proper way man should use ink But you're at your brink and your rhymes are extinct Just like a dinosaur, but you never find a more cause mine'll keep sellin on wax like some kind of whore Let me inject this, flow of electric currency for all the party people preferrin me and spectatin like a tourist, cause you never saw this style of rap kickin like Chuck Norris But this ain't Kung-Fu, no I just brung you a style, that phony MC's were too young to digest, when I manifest, you adolescent So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson And this one's for your listenin pleasure Somethin for all the bitin MC's to treasure Just like a diary, for you to admire me before you're put in the Dead Poet's Society Cool as a draft, droppin math in a paragraph I laugh as the wrath break in half, your whole staff But many MC's were able to retreat Runnin like an athlete, but I got bad feet So I don't chase ya, nor do I wait to face ya Nah it ain't in my nature I just rip shop, flip-top, and watch MC's get dropped as I manifest in hip-hop Rhymes I construct are tough like a Tonka truck And just like lightnin they struck down on all the toy MC's that annoy That's how I build and destroy The poetic printer, rough rhyme inventor with a groove so smooth you can't help but get into So I'm advisin competition to flee cause I can bake an MC like Chef Boyardee Holdin my own on the microphone Cause I break bones just like sticks and stones So let it rain let it rain as I put em in pain God damn, it's hard bein the Kane! Give it to me! Get up! Come on! Uhh! Give it to me! Come on! Give it to me! Yeahhh Put in a pause, because here's the holocaust Above all laws, in effect and all yours Cause I came to blaze a taste of bass of grace A replace, erase the waste without a trace My vocabulary will just have you very dazed and amazed so I fear no adversary -- that means competition They can't even touch this, even with ammunition Break out the gauge and go into an outrage and I'ma still blow up the stage Cause this is a death threat, but don't let your sweat get in the way of your vision don't be missin when I get set to go on a rampage, start a one man rage Total destruction as I rip up the damn stage And leave it in ruins from the damage that I'm doin to prepare the atmosphere, as I put you in the mood for the Smooth Operator to start this flow And so.. I crushed and crushed and stomped the comp that tried to get fly and face the ace I put em in place Proceed em, retreat em, defeat em, delete em, and feed em, and eat em and all the rest of that good stuff, cause I don't need em Only one survivor can remain And god damn, it's got to be the Kane! Get up! Give it to me! Give it here! C'mon! C'mon! Give it to me! Uhh! Put your weight on it more free lyrics |
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19. _ Ela Pare Mou Tin Lypi
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20. _ Meres Pou Fisai O Notias
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21. _ Ena Apogevma Dekemvri
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