Big Daddy Kane

(Big Daddy Kane)
F**k playin games, I start takin names
Shake ya frame, time to start payin Kane
Don't make me have to take it there and start sayin names
Give you official in the middle initial
Yes we do the thang, don't care who we bang
Quick to bring the belt out on cats like Pootytang
I'm that, new we in, mighty supreme being
Names that you thought had heart, but seen fleeing

(Afu-Ra)
Rap sire, never tire, call me Messiah
I walk bare foot on hot coles below fire
The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire
The type to cross the street, in the cross fire
Survivor, not stuck in a job, metaphysical
Go ask your mother, yeah, do what you wanna do
Now we can go shot for shot, verse for verse
Worse gets worse, I put you in a hearse

(Chorus: Afu-Ra (Big Daddy Kane)
(Cause it's a stick up!)
Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up
(Cause it's a stick up!)
Got it rapped up, got it cracked up
Get your hands high, up in the air before you get slapped up
(Cause it's a stick up!)
Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up
(Cause it's a stick up!)
Got it rapped up, got it cracked up
Hands in the air, before you get slapped up

(Afu-Ra)
Now hit 'em up, knock 'em in the bread basket
You get dap quick f**king with my mack shit
Around the corner, cats with four faces
They scheme and plot, I'm like one shot block
Mass producer, my lyrics is cereal juices
I'm breakin out tonight, I'm makin moves kid
Gain collateral, matter of fact it's true
Your beef'll stop when my judo chop chop

(Big Daddy Kane)
We can do it any you want, let's get it on
So, say ya blessings unless you know your lessons
If you do baby, you better yell those off
Feel these elbows, run those shell toes
Slip a not at all, don't bust one shot at all
Because I go with extra strength like Tylenol
Once connected with Afu, and you know we attack
Come together like Kobe and Shaq

(Chorus)

(Afu-Ra)
A to the F to the U, to the R to the A
I pull out steel on tracks like everyday

(Big Daddy Kane)
Guess who spray, keep the name shook over here
Play your plee's, just a crook over here

(Afu-Ra)
Look over there, cat's is sittin pretty, with the chilly-willy
Cover me son, yo I'm gettin busy

(Big Daddy Kane)
Yo, we prepare for anything that transpire
Keep ya mouth closed when I pass fire

(Afu-Ra)
Slap fire out ya ass 'cause you gettin too gas
I know my math and I mix it with the razzel-taz
Hide your bling bling, you ain't down with God
And all the wolves know you left without your body guards

(Big Daddy Kane)
How could it not be hard, we swell dee-sel
Pee-pel feel hell, neck and back like e-zell
Niggas wanna re-bail, follow the dust to the mist
Come and get it, now who's f**kin with this?

(Chorus 2x)

Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie
I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined
Spit pesticides for rats and vermin
Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning
Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is
Far from a brand new kid to show biz
Tryna hold on, maintain my focus
Coming out a room with a could of smoke
Smokers rolling with the punches
I survive and rock
Cause I keep the crowd alive
And the texture of my voice
Is course and kind of hoarse and cut
Like I'm throwing a thousand knives

(Hook:)
Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes
Boom
Thats what's happenin in the parking lot
Thats whats happenin on stage

(Repeat Hook)

The man at hand that rule the school
And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z
And be the most to boast I'm load and proud
The game and reign that remain
The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the
More higher level of depth one step beyond dope
To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note
Cause I could never let em on top of me
I play em out like a game of Monopoly
Let it speed around the board like an astro
And send them to jail for tryna pass go
Shaking them up
Breaking them up
Taking no stuff
But it still ain't loud enough
So quest love let the fire roast
So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause

(Repeat hook)

I'm live
Design a finer rhyme that's right on time
One step beynd and not behind the line
That seperates thought from divine
You can take it as a caution or a warning sign
Look for antonyms
Words I'm sending em
Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's
You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing
I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson
My brain like a factory constantly creating
Materials stitch by stitch for decoration
My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining
My passion of rhyming is fashion designing
Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it
If you didn't then you couldn't afford it
Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show
And my brain go
I do my thing yo

(Repeat Hook)

(feat. Master Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane)

[Verse 1: Master Ace]
Listen closely, so your attention's undivided.
Many in the past have tried to do what I did.
Just the way I came off, man I'm gonna come off.
Stronger and longer, even with the drum off.
I keep on goin' and flowin' just like a river.
I got a whole lot to give so I'm-a give a
little at a time, new trails are blazin',
Action is in effect, and always stays in.
Yeah, just like a shot from a cannon.
I am the man in charge and I've been plannin'
a jam strong enough that it can life your soul.
I'm the originator, and my rhymes are made of gold.
Once you hear the capital "A" rap, it'll stay
with you for awhile, it won't go away.
Unless you force it, because it stays with you, my friend,
and if you toss it away, I'm-a hit ya again.
I project my voice so it's right in the crowd.
There's a sign at the door: no bitin' allowed.
And if you didn't read it I suggest you do so,
or you'll be stranded, just like Caruso.
Sleep if ya wanna, go 'head, get some shut-eye.
A man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I
say on the microphone, you shoulda left it alone,
just for the record, let it be known
that my ego's only partially grown.
And never will I ever condone biting in any form, yo I'm only warm.
That verse was the calm, now here's the storm...
Next up (Yo, I believe that's me). Craig G, light up the mic for the Symphony.

[Verse 2: Craig G]
This jam is dedicated to all un-optimistics
that though I wasn't coming out with some exquisite rhymes.
But that's alright, cuz now I'm back
to kill all the rumors and straighten the facts of me
not rockin' rhymes like I always used to,
but you jumped on hte tip when you heard me and the Juice Crew.
You said, "Mmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?
Yo Craig, I head you in that jam, and it's pumpin'!
I apologize. Oh yeah, and uh, can I have your autograph for me and my grandma?"
That's how I'm livin': all surprise mode.
Don't even sleep, try not to keep your eyes closed.
Cuz if you do, when you awaken, your so-called spot will be taken.
I'll take you over like a greedy executive, cuz on the mic my prospective is
to be the best in all rap events, and since I have a call, I call experience.
Next up...(Yo, I believe that's me)
Kool G Rap, light up the mic for the Symphony...

[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]
Yo, Marley gives the slice, I get nice,
and my voice is twice as horrifying as Vincent Price
goes deep, till you fell in a spell of a sleep,
and while I'm countin' the money, you count sheep.
When G Rap strikes the mic, I recite the type of hype that you like,
and make the people unite.
I grip up hips and zip up lips, step on reps, you flip and wanna sip on my tip.
Take a deep breath, because you don't have another left.
Comin' back like I'm avengin' my brother's deat.
Makin' veterans run for medicine,
cuz I put out more lights in a fight than ConEdison.
Rip the damn cage like I'm on a rampage.
And if you want rage, I'm-a make front page.
Read the headlines, suckers, todays the deadline,
your head is way past bedtime.
Can't kill though. Solo. Cuz you're still all...soft like a pillow.
My rap is rougher than Brillo.
So fear me, don't dare dare me,
and don't compare me to him when you hear me.
Talk about a battle but you ain't yet ready for war.
Your metaphor sucks more than a whore.
You can't replace me, ice me or ace me, bass me, face me, slice me or race me,
bite me or taste me -- I'll show you that I got force.
My rap burns your mouth like hot sauce.
Run for water while I break your tape recorder.
Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter.
Another rapper, G Rap wrecks, he's rated X, to mean the boy is sex. Next...
the amplifier gets used and abused. Pumps so loud, we might blow a fuse.
This is anger, madness, ready to hang 'er.
Rapper or singer: I'm puttin' up my middle finger.
Next up... (I believe that's me)
Big Daddy Kane, get on the mic for the Symphony.

[Verse4: Big Daddy Kane]
Settin' it off, lettin' it off, beginnin'.
Rough to the endin', you never been in
to move the groove with the smooth rap lord;
like a bottle of juice, rhymes are being poured.
Down your ear, crisp and clear,
as I prepare to wear, tear and smear - then I'm outta here.
With a mark left that you can all cling.
Cuz rockin' a party? Yo, it's a small thing.
I rip many places on regular basis, and broken down mics were the only traces
that I'd been there and there at the party.
The mic had my prints, and on it was a body.
So take caution. I'm not horsin' around in a throwdown, clown,
I'm takin' yours son.
So just acknowledge the way that I kick it,
cuz if rap was a house, you'd be evicted.
And dismissed from the microphone, chokin' on a bone, cuz Daddy's home.
And battlin' me is hazardous to health,
so put a quarter in your ass, cuz ya played yourself
Like a game in the arcade. You need a far aid.
I'm walkin' the path that Allah made.
I'll attend and then begin to send a speech to reach and teach,
so just say when.
So I can let lyrics blast like a bullet.
My mouth is the gun; on suckers I pull it.
The trigger, ya figure, my pockets gettin' bigger,
cuz when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my nigga!
You've got the groove, MCs, freeze, stand still, nobody move.
It's a sabotage, as I take charge. Don't barge, cuz gotdamn, I'm livin' large
like a giant. You're nothin' but a midget, a small digit.
You ain't hit it, forget it, quit it.
I reign superior, always takin' care o'ya.
No-frill rappers, you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate,
as the great will dominate straight to the state
of reignin', gainin. So put Kane in, that category. Period. End of story...

[intro]
yo yo what the fuck man?
Big L takin over the streets
Flamboyant Entertainment

what y`all bout to witness
Big L, Big L, Big L
my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild
The game is called rap
other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all
MY whole, my, my whole crw wild
What y`all bout to witness
Big L, big L, Big L
my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild
The game is called rap
othe Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all
MY whole, my, my whole crw wild

[Big L]
Yo, I`m straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe
you ain`t a big dog, you more lke toto, you got no dough
I Smoke `dromixed with cocoa, strong as bolo
I pack a fo-fo, platinum ro-ro
Anti-homo, that`s a no-no so fuck po-po
I push the seven-fo-oh, I`m with abich on doto
Chip from here to Acapulco
While y`all buck for legs I, buck for heads
I even bick celabs, nigga fuck the feds
MY underground niggaz, y`all can shine with me
Got my own label now, so y`all can sign with me
y`all can take me from the bottom and climb with me
that`s fine with me, that`s how it was designed to be.

[Hook]
Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush)
only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch)
and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus)
cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us)
Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush)
only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch)
and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus)
cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us)

[Big Daddy Kane]
And cats stiil wonder can they get as hot ashe been
That probably depend, let me show you how to begin
Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns
Hit the bar spend cash Like Monopoly ends
Plushed out, rock gators and exotical Skins
come in the hood, fippin the chiken and broccoli Timbs
Niggaz come in the game, block they shot at the rim
That ain`tin you the FUck you gon possibly win?
I do it, "Booty Calls" on the Black STREET Teddy tip
KEep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip
Heavy with, styles that`s the deadliest
Cats on that petty Shit watch how much lead he get
you tryin to go places, chasin Oasis
About nothin gettin Low wages
Drink Hennessey with no chasers
Right hooks(write hooks)like Joe Frasier`s
I`m the bodaciois
Body parts are big an like Schwarz-a-niggaz
Smokin Garcia Vega tryin to get the larger paper
If you, block the cash, we lockin ass
I`ma put it in your chest like a strockton pass
Only out to earn Figures like we please
but I don`t mind to burn niggaz like CD`s
Now - exhibit, styles I kick with it
Pardon me, bit I`m fuckin sickwiddit

[Hook]
Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush)
only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch)
and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus)
cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us)
Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush)
only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch)
and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus)
cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us)

[Hook]
other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all
MY whole, my, my whole crw wild
What y`all bout to witness
Big L, big L, Big L
my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild
The game is called rap
other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all
MY whole, my, my whole crw wild
what y`all bout to witness
Big L, big L, Big L
my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild
The game is called rap

other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all
MY whole, my, my whole crw wild
What y`all bout to witness
Big L, big L, Big L

other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all
What y`all bout to witness
Big L, big L, Big L
my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild

my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild
What y`all bout to witness
Big L, big L, Big L