1.Daddy's Home
Intro：big daddy kane
'you know daddy's home..'
Yeah baby! get them sounds up action
Alright l.g. baby make the track move one time
'you know daddy's home..'
Uh-huh, now dig this here right
Now i can remember one time i said,
'it's eighty-eight, time to set em straight right？' (word up)
What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninety-four
As i continue to give you more
'you know daddy's home..'
This is how we gonna try to bring it to you one time
Uhh, and i go, and i go
'you know daddy's home..'
Peace peace y'all, don't eat grease y'all, huh
A brooklyn nigga representin the east y'all, come follow me now
I get down for my crown with new found wreck
And bring the noise like i'm comin to soundcheck
The stage is clear for me to rock it
So i snatch the mic like a brooklyn nigga does a pocket
Clear the throat, to perform the art
To treat the stage like a movie ticket and rip it apart
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that i say
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way dukes
If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her
Cause i've been watchin the morgue, then the korean store owner
(whoo!) mack man number one, you know how i move
You'd think that i'd be shavin my rhmes, cause they'd be so
smooth
Mr. wonderful and all of that gun to pull shit
That you be talkin nigga don't even run the bull
Cause if i roll on you kid, i do the body rude
Like the cops did on ummmmmm.. that rodney dude
Peep it!
Chorus： repeat 4x (except last line 4th time)
'welcome to a new terrordome
When i come to roam you know daddy's home..'
Watch out now!
Just like sylvester it's still on, get it？
Still, on, fukkit, let's move along
I rip shop, in hip-hop, to sew it like a ziplock
To get props, in this spot, look at me at the tip-top
The kid got, to get hot, you thought that i would flip-flop
Or drop-drop, but ummmmmmmmmmmm.. i did not!
They say, 'kane you're old school out here!'
I said, 'i guess i got left back, cause i ain't goin nowhere'
The kane will remain in this domain
To reign again when i entertain
Cause when it comes to lyrics, i got plenty black
I'm so god damn dope, i sell rhymes in a twenty sack
The microphone pusher man but not drug related
Hip-hop orientated, keepin you captivated
Mr. cee cuts, i linger through em, larry is singin to em
And oh me, i just bring it to em
Chorus ＊fades out＊
2.Brooklyn Style...laid Out
Chorus：big daddy kane
Come on y'all and feel the groove
Get on down and make your move
Welcome to the funkiest
Brooklyn style, laid out like this
Chorus
I kicks the flavor good, to represent the neighborhood
Where i come from, and that's the place of brooklyn
Where the grimies are born and bred
And bullets are like eyeballs, two to the head
Well is it brownsville？ time to represent for the map
Where the peeps smoke blunts and like to wear mad gold caps
The party addict about to explode
From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code
Parlayin on the corner, drinkin 40's shootin cee-lo
It's a brooklyn thing, aight？ you know our steelo
And for those who just don't know how it go
Play like a substitute teacher and act like you know
So yo, who wanna set it？ you better kick your best g
You and your whole entourage couldn't test me
I represent for the fo' main
And if you're not a booty bandit, then niggaz can't hang
Chorus
Now, let's get straight down to the point
I represent for this brooklyn joint, baby pah, where we're takin
it to
Makin a few dollars don't mean you gotta forget
Where you come from and try to be someone, that you're really
not
And front with what you got
You're gonna be looked at as a black man still so keep it real
What type of mission can i say you on？
Because you musta done changed to some grey poupon, heh
I'm really happy to see you blew up
But always remember my man you grew up
In the pj's all your life, in a broken home
(scoob： well alright now)
Up in the pj's all your life, keepin it strong, what!
I be the louis ave livin, live long lastin lover
Bonafied black brother, word to the mother
Skilled at trades at hand with those who made
The man with support and always stayed a fan
My dialectic style is perfected
In ways you can't imagine rap bein accepted
Funk'll slam like a doper jam, pops
I'm takin mine like taxes with uncle sam
So check out the asiatic type of flow
Like water in the nile, but it's brooklyn style
Chorus
Yo, this is big scoob, no practice
I'm flippin on niggaz like little kids on that mattress
You know my style, baby pah from the pj's
My lyrics so dope, they too fat for local dj's
So hear me out, no doubt, no need for screamin
My boys in the back, clockin your jewels, and they scheamin
Why did they step to me, i hit em, bow, bu-dow
Knocked out his fronts cause the kid was mad fragile
No need for beef chief i'm rollin mad deep
So pick up your teeth, i got him shakin like a leaf
Not tryin to scare you, i just wanna aware you
I bet you won't even look at my face (what what what) i dare you
Yo nigga please, yo i'm nice with these
While you're guardin your grill, i'll be beatin up your kidneys
Me and my boys with the fat tec 9's
With my joint cocked back, in case a punk tried to take mines
Where i'm from there's no need for hesitation
We cock and squeeze, now where's the doctor for this patient？
He's drippin blood and now he's down to his last breath
But he won't make it, cause he knows that my joint is def
The ill, type of brooklyn artist
Who rocks the har-dest, regard-less
Who you know and where you're from i pull your file
(how？) brooklyn style
Chorus
3.In The Pj's
Aiyyo, we gonna send out to all the projects out there
We gon' send it to fort greene, l.g.
All the projects on the east coast
Yknahmsayin？ canal street there in durham, north carolina
Everyone everywhere! sounds like everywhere around the universe
We sendin this out to everybody, this one here
We gonna set it off one time, dig the flavor y'all
Livin in the world of ghetto life
Shot with the gun, get you cut with the knife
That's the story yo, the way the peeps like to move
No fakin the funk, it's all about how to show and prove
Some get to make it through life livin legal
The others gotta try to survive, doin the evil
That men do, peace to every hood that i been through
I even got love for my homies in south central
But to the east my brother, cause that's where i stay at
Runnin through the streets like a stray cat
Like that good times show it makes me go
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Up in the projects, it gets no iller
With true gue-rillas, and stone cold killers
It seems that every night, you get to hear the fireworks
As much as i hate, to see my people die or hurt
It's just a street mentality, a reality
Neighborhood warfare, that brings home casualties
And just because i moved out the residence
It don't mean that i can't represent
Chorus： kane + 'yeah! yeah!' -＞ chanted in back throughout
So to my peeps in the pj's, throw your hands in the air
Let me know you're out there
To my peeps in the pj's, throw your hands in the air
Let me know you're out there
And to my peeps in the pj's, throw your hands in the air
And let me know you're out there
Ah to my peeps in the pj's, throw your hands in the air
And let me know you're out there
I'm runnin mob deep around the way
It's me and the crew, we're tryin to map out the day
Yo what's the haps on how we gettin snaps？
Are we gonna shoot some cee-lo, or play a game of craps？
Matter fact, shane, ring the intercom
And see if you can get ten dollars from my moms
Tell her to throw it out the window if she got it to spare
Cause the elevator's broke, and i ain't checkin for the stairs
And do me a solid, run to the store shorty
And pick me up some olde e, but not a 40
Just a two-two of brew will do, so i can knock it out fast
To make the coldness last
And while you at man see where'd your friend go (word)
He shoulda been back a hour ago with the indo (yeah)
And meet us in the back park to get sparked
So i can be toasted by time it gets dark
Aiyyo jay, i see that bulge in the back of your jeans
Hope that's the god u now, know what i mean？
Cause if somebody brings the noise, i'ma make it a silent movie
So take the safety off the toolie
Cause i don't want no beef, nahhhhh baby
The only thing i wanna do is parrrrrrlay
Peace and harmony is what i relate to
But damn man, drama's just in the nature
Chorus
I send this out to the homies in the hood
That stood by my side, to help a brother do good
Just like swv you was right here
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah we in there
From all thugs that flex with all the muscle
Down to the brothers, that got a swift hustle
Like good golly miss three card molly, a neat trick
Where people get beat quick
Wanna see a sweet vic？
Jackety jack, blackety black
You get nuttin back, and that's a fact
The sweetest game i ever seen
All you gotta do is find the red queen
Just point to it, can anybody point to it？
I play by the point of the finger of the hand
'the one in the middle! the one in the middle!'
That's black, you get no money back!
(kane： aww man! see, i told you!)
4.Show And Prove
Verse one：scoob
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, kane pull the trigger
I don't play, i'm from the hill where shit is real
And i'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
Cause i got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, i'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with scoob if we was playin cards
But if i got beef and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from？ england, you somebody great？
You burnin scoob, 'i don't think so mate'
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends 'ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope'
Leave me alone when i'm rocking on the microphone
And play like e.t. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Verse two： sauce
Hey, here i come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When i flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
How you got dope like sauce, money you didn't do it
I write my own with bigger hope, drink of scope
Wrote what i figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N-b-a style, fann-tastic
No time to bite, but i just might, tonight i write left-handed
Cuz i like, to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that i don't get plenty play
Win lose or draw, i'm bookin whores, anyway
As i get ready i'm steady if i go crazy i'd take eddie
If i was fred, i think i'd have to bone betty
Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz i'm duckin, nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when i blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Verse three： shyheim
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And i get girls open like a reggae song by tiger
So check me out, as i flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a metallica record
I'm psycho, a villain to the styles i be killin
When i'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
Cause i rock the world from u.s.a. to asia to russia
If your shit stinks i'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from cali son
My jams be packed like a farrakhan rally, what？
You know my style, i put the f in effin foul
The rugged child locks you down like rikers isle
And got more girls than a trailerload with shabba
More super than cat, i'm the punani don dada
So big daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Verse four： big daddy kane
Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn？
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin to me, thinkin i can be touched？ huh
Not even michael jordan'll gamble that much, yo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they
want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
Ahh yeah, that's that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is i thrown ya, scold ya, jones ya, i tried to warn ya
You was wack since i known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did i just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
And see that i got, more essays than the mexican
The messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! huh
If i was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run
I see the way you're trying to get to me,
But with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better g
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with
The non-resistable, non-competible
No-no-i'm-not-sayin-i'm-the-best, i'm just sayin i'm fuckin
incredible!
And let's just make one more thing understood
That if i fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So jay-z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Verse five： jay-z
Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the j, check out the a, check out the y, check out the
z
Hey g!
I'm breaking mc's up like epmd
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin a hundred miles i'm well endowed, baby
gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the g from brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
I'm like prince jeans, i bring the ass out a nigga
When i rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, i'm dope like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
Between get off my dick and stop jockin me
When i bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound
I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby
So ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove
Verse six： ol dirty bastard
Come on
Wu-tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit
Because the way that i dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream 'ow!'
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on ason, keep that in your head
Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes i'll be like 'well god damn what's the recipe？'
I don't know, i ask my momma she don't know
She says 'go ask your god damned father!'
It's all about me in the place to be
Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is g
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of ason, who carries on like a manager
Yo!, sounds fly right？ danger!!!
5.Lyrical Gymnastics
Do you know, what you're goin through？
Do you like this style of rap that i'm showin you？
The way i flow for you.. do you know？
Yeah baby c'mon
Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song
Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon
Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song
One double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor
And put some real lyrics back in the hardcore
What i'm used to hearin, i can't believe it's gone
But now just like a grill inside burger king, the beef is on
When i come, rappers begin to speak in degrees
I even make sisters with voices _weak in the knees_
So run for your lives, kane with the pen
Is like freddy with the glove full of knives
Who wanna test these skills, come see how it feels
I pull you one verse, if that don't kill i got refills
You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin
If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't touch em
Man, i'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat
And you know, sometimes it's so sad that
Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right
Here's the news, you lettin the word hardcore be misused
You ain't never paid dues
Be for real, you ain't tough yet
The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin you a
ruffneck
Your whole image is a dammmmmmmmn sham
I'm glad in this business i didn't forget who i am
I always remain the kane inside a battle
＊singing＊ never to walk in anyone's shadow
I do my own thing, i do a thing of my own
And with my competition i let it be known
That battles i don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six million ways to die -- choose one!
My rap style is like a poisonous vemon
We might as well be havin sex, the way that i put it in em
And do i crush mc's - are you kiddin me？
If rappers were grapes, i'd have a whole wine distillery
So, i bring it to your face, with the bass, then i blow
A rapper off the map, with the rap, when i flow
Then hit you with the skill that is ill, and i know
That all of this is good to go, cause yo
That's the way the flavor always come
The rhymes they flow accordin to the drum
The brooklyn style caue that is where i'm from
You want the funk so let me give you some
I flip on the flow on the track, just like that
Amazin the people the style of the rapppin, is quite fat
I'm lickin the lyrics and shootin the gat, on the mic black
And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that
The smooth operator is mellow with the saxophone
Settin the tone that make the girls relax and moan
Cause all the ladies i'm givin em lots of love
Hittin more skins than a boxing glove, good god
The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some
From tall to short to thick, even the slimmie ones
Watch out goldie! gimme a forty ounce of olde e
And none of you players can control me
You get the chance to see a true mack man
With skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks than
Taller than anybody else's stacks it seem
Cause the kane get more paper than a fax machine
The unforgettable, rhymes are too poetical
Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical
And i hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine
rumors
Cause kane is makin a comeback, like puma's!
I get rough g, and set it on your whole damn company
And bogart, like my name was humphrey
When i get through, there'll be no more of them
As many rappers i burnt, i should open a crematorium
I make mad mc's give me my p's
If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these
N-u-t's, like the u-n-v's
I leave you down on your knees, down on your knee-heeees!
Razor sharp, many ways of art
Source rings the chart, people praise the god
For kickin the flows so fantasitic and this one here
We're callin it lyrical gymnastics
Uhh, so baby baby c'mon
Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the rhymes to the song
Uhh, ah baby baby c'mon
Suki suki c'mon, and i'm gone!
6.That's How I Did 'em
Daddy daddy tell me a story of how you took out that wack mc
No daddy, tell them how you beat down that bootlegger
Daddy daddy tell us a story!
Heh heh, alright, alright, alright y'all ok
Come on y'all, crowd around daddy now ok？ c'mon
Y'all just sit there and listen
I'ma tell you about the mc
And i'ma tell you about the bootlegger, ok？
Here we go children
It happened at a jam, some kid tried to sham on the program
So i had to silence the lamb and show him who i am
So i just set it off on my competitor
Freakin the funk as i hit em with crazy metaphors
Like back up off me dukes, because you're trippin
You better dry your cranium off, cause your brain is slippin
You beatin me is somethin that i doubt
The only way you could bake kane is workin in a crackhouse
No man alive can withstand the kane flow
I kick so much flavor that my shoes look like a rainbow
You need a whole lot of practice, you thought that you was
On the money so i took you out like taxes!
Now you can flea off, releasin me g, easy be
To keep the great mc
Then i throw em i lean and mean record to spark
So i can school that ass just like joe clark
Next i translated, my rap is more educated
And made it complicated for him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in fear of me
And had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin see
That was enough to slow his whole train of thought down
So i just speeded the pace up more than enough for him to come
around
I triple the words, when makin the rhymes, whatever the rhythm
Puttin his mind in a prison
And oh yeah, that's how i did em
That's how i did em (huh) that's how i did em (hah)
That's how i did em (huh) that's how i did em (hah)
That's how i did em (huh) that's how i did em (hah)
That's how i did em (heyyyyyyyy)
I was out flex, lookin cold sex in a lex'
Sippin on a beck's, pumpin the remix of das efx
Drive down 125th with my man
And what did i see, bein sold at the stand？
A bunch of bootleg tapes that he had claim on it
So i snatched everything with my name on it
And give me that kool g. rap tape, and give me that ice cube
And all the wu-tang joints, cause they're my boys too
A man tryin to make a livin, i can't knock it
But now you tried to take money out of my pocket
Word to miz, what the problem is, is that the kids
Didn't buy it from the wiz, they bought your shaky fibs so
Now it's time to move him off the block
Pass me the glock cause i might make a body rock
And i'll break down sixteen shots
That's one + eight + seven on a undercover
Bootlegger, you're worse than a beggar
Makin a fake profit, stop it
Cause i work hard for the money, to make cash flow
To have another come along and take my dough
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
So i just told my man, aiyyo
Throw the tapes in the lexus
Then we burned his whole stand down just like waco, texas
And then i jumped on the brother, with rage
Crushed his ribcage, damn did he get slayed
Cause i don't think he even know whatever hit him
Bootleggers beware, cause yeah i did em
That's how i did em (huh) that's how i did em (hah)
That's how i did em (huh) that's how i did em (hah)
That's how i did em (huh) that's how i did em (hah)
That's how i did em (heyyyyyyyy)
Give it your best shot, bring it with all you got
And watch the bombs i drop just rock your knot
Cause it ain't wise to address me
I wouldn't advise a schoolteacher to test me
Cause i don't just do em, i run through em
And i don't just hurt, uh uh, i body work em
Lyrical torture, never could support ya
For steppin to me, agony is what it brought ya
Cause you never seen this type of lyrical genius
That could never be touched, and i mean this
So one love, i'ma leave you with the rhythm
Ain't no need to go off, cause yo hon know i did em
That's how i did em (huh) that's how i did em (hah)
That's how i did em (huh) that's how i did em (hah)
That's how i did em (huh) that's how i did em (hah)
That's how i did em (heyyyyyyyy)
7.Sex According To The Prince Of Darkness
The definition of sex varies with many people
In search of a few ways to define it
We asked actor／comedian mr. dolemite his definition of sex
And his response was..
Baby, sex is just like puttin money in the bank
Once you take it out, the interest is all gone
Then we asked rap star big daddy kane his definition of sex
And well ＊clears throat＊ according to the prince of darkness..
Here comes kane the mack, the sex maniac
Bring on the honies and you can't restrain me back from ff..
.. nah i better not say the whole word
So uhh, let's just say what make whoopi like goldberg
Cause i wanna make you sweat, get you wet
Perform a miracle in this love duet, see baby
I play the game like keno, plus i know the
+scent of a woman+ better than al pacino
And when it comes to girls, i show no mercy
They lick me on the chest and say, 'to hell with hershey'
Now it's time for me to lick that body
And this is no +ordinary love+, ask sade
Baby you're bound to perspire, when i use
The nipples on your breasts just like a pacifier
Honey please, keep your body at ease
And let me see what i can do with those 34 c's
I plan to lick your bellybutton my dear
And let my tongue walk five steps downstairs
The way that i plan to put this chocolate syrup to use
I'm gonna wake up in the mornin with a hairy sweettooth
And now you're under my spell like a magician
Abra-cadabra, good sex and i have ya
Laid out, waitin for a big treat
I'm not the ku klux klan but i stay under sheets
And when it comes to sex, yo i'm the illest
Plus i know more +diff'rent strokes+ than arnold and willis
I make you feel the reel to reel you feel
When i break the headboard down like shaquille
Then bend over doggy style and just watch me
Ride yo' black ass like i was still filmin +posse+
Then i'm the one that gets the job done
My mattress have more bodies than al capone's, gun
When i get through givin you mine, uhh
Girls be callin me back like ＊69
So come on over here hottie, let me just
'work that body, work that body'
Uh-huh, uh-huh..
Straight like that..
Aiyyo
How many real niggaz out there like to have sex
C'mon, just ？
I said how many real niggaz out there like to have sex
C'mon, just ？
And say sex (sex!)
Say and more sex (and more sex!)
Say i like it (i like it)
And say i love it (i love it)
Say i need it (i need it)
Say i eat it (i eat it.. whoahhh shit)
Yeah
Well keep it on baby baby, keep it on and ah
Ah keep it on baby baby, keep it on and ah uh
Keep it on baby baby, keep it on and ah
Keep it on baby baby, keep it on
8.3 Forties And A Bottle Of Moet
Funkdafied one time for your mind
This is how we gonna get it off baby
Now dig the flavor, ohhhhhhh yeah
I got the mister cee in the place to be
Of course, i be the big daddy kane, here to entertain
I got ax-el, ready to max well
Yessir, we gon' get busy one time for ya dig it right？
We gonna call this 3 forties and a bottle of moet
Why？ cause i drunk 3 forties and a bottle of moet
Plain and simple, but this is how it's gonna go for ya
Mister cee, yo
It goes a-one, two, three..
Some people call me kane some people call me big daddy
My momma's name is ruth and my pops is clay bradley
I got a little brother, some of y'all may just know him
I would say his name, but we ain't speakin at the moment
I walk through the streets of new york everyday
I hang with rappers like doug e. fresh and cool j
I hang with tone loc and don cheadle in l.a., plus
+i got a man+ you know the positive k
I get blasted with the ol' dirty bastard
So peace to the rza, the gza
And to the rest of the wu-tang niggaz
My man shyhiem with the gangsta lean, da cream
To rise to the top, and you don't stop
And mister cee, is in the place to be
And mister cee, is in the place to be
Oh mister cee is in the place to be
And missjones in the house most definitely
Ax-el, ready to max well
Ax-el, ready to max well
The b to the i to the like to the g
Rockin on to the break of d
As i keep it strong i won't steer you wrong
I'm tired of this, let's go on to the next song
9.The Way It's Goin' Down
Hit me, baby (that's right)
Hurt me, baby (that's right)
That-that-that funk
That-that-that-that-
That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk
That's that retarded-like fonk
Like you put your armpits in a drum machine
Good god
Break me off some of that
Come on
Easy mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock
To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock
To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit
em
When i get with em, girls i'm in em, smokin like bags of ism
The one that keep amazin y'all, don't even know who you're
facin, pa
The kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car
The one who created it and many others imitated it
I heard your rap style, kid - hated it
Let me show you how, look here, now check my style
What i spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wow
Ba-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get down
And sway, sway when you hear the music play
Hip-hop hooray, this is what i want you to say
Hey
I'm in love with big daddy kane
He makes the party swing
He turns the mother out
And rips apart things
Then i go...
Da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, i like the way it sound
And i love the way it's goin down
Da-da-da-da-da
You know i like the way it sound
And i just love the way it's goin down
Now, what's this b.s. you're sayin？
And don't try to act like martin now with all that 'i was just
playin'
No need to grief or mourn cause now the beef is on
Boom-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with
me
You step to this, i give you mic-o-vasectomy
I only know one person that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle
Cause i can't count my own shadow
A battle？ i gots to have it
Unless you're gonna rob me like they give riddick a win for
chavez
Cause tryin to go against the kane rappin
Is like a pimp tryina pull a nun - ain't nothin happenin
Clear the way for the one, champion, true black don
Gun gettin the job done take a look, hon
Back up, son, you know you can't get none
Come on, i'm on a whole other level of rap
And it's like that, now show me where the party at
Da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, i like the way it sound
And i love the way it's goin down
Da-da-da-da-da
You know i like the way it sound
And i love the way it's goin down
The b-i-g d-a-d-y, no, back up and add another d
Come back to the k to the a to the n to the e
Live from new york, the one and only
I give it to you raw for my homies
And to the ladies： i take em lookin somethin fine
It don't mind if we bump 'n grind
If you're with me, jump in line
Because if in my wallet i can find one prophylactic
Then you better believe, girl, that you're gonna get your ass
dicked
Hard type of rappers extinct like a dinosaur
The kind you saw rhyme before
But now you never find no more
Steppin to the kane with some drama to be startin
Because i put em all on ice like tonya harding
Back up, boy, i got the whole convoy
Rollin with me on a mission that's to seek and destroy
So, to all the people that's been tryin to talk about me
You better change your name to 5000 cause you're audi
And if you bring on your crew, i'm steppin to them too
Just put the beat on and watch how i swing through
The groove, with more style than a backstroke
Drivin past my competition like cab drivers do black folks
That's the way i move, i always stayed a smooth
Operator with data watin for you to play a groove
To turn it out without a doubt and show what i'm about
Good lookin, brooklyn, yeah, we in the house
10.Somebody's Been Sleeping In My Bed
Now i'm a family man that works hard for the money
With the sweetest wife ever ＊smak＊ i love you honey
I buy her everything, if it takes my last dollar
Even her nails and her hair to be done at the beauty parlor
We spend ample time together, doin dinner and a movie
And whatever else sounds groovy
And when we want real excitement and drama, word to momma
We walk around in our pajamas in the bahamas
I love her and i need her and i never ever cheat her
I'm far too carin to be considered a woman beater
My style is gentle, romantic and friendly
Nothin like the husband from _sleeping with the enemy_
I thought that she was in love with me
I used to think that she couldn't get enough of me
But lately things been seemin strange and..
Baby you changed
Somebody's... been sleeping in my bed..
Somebody's... been sleeping in my bed..
Now i've heard of traffic but i've never heard of when
You get off at five and don't make it home til ten
Another thing that i can't comprehend：
Matchbox and pens from the holiday inn
And every night that i had to work late
I come home to see that the bathroom ain't straight
I look at the toilet bowl and wonder whassup
Because i know damn well that she don't piss with the seat up
And lookin at the underwear in the room
Now i wear silk drawers; whose fruit of the looms？
Another thing that's quite bizarre -
My bathrobe smelled like brut, but i use dakar
Now i'm seein that she's treatin me crummy
Also, she must take me for some dummy
Because she'll lay in bed and say, 'come on in'
But them ain't the same bedsheets from this morning
Now yeah my dear have you been busted
But i still feel like p.e., +can't truss it+
You need another lover like you need a hole in your head
And you might get that, you cheesy rat
Cause thinkin about the cost of a divorce
I feel like johnny taylor, it's cheaper to keep her
Cheatin on me, what's the reason why？
I hope you die
Somebody's... been sleeping in my bed..
Somebody's... been sleeping in my bed..
You done hurt me, broke my heart
And played me for your fool
Now here's my chance to get back at you
And i'm gonna blow my cool
All day long, i'm just singin a
Somebody done somebody wrong song
I'm tryin to see how far can this kid go
Before our relationship ends up on skid row
Why should i try to stay attached to her
When i'm probably better anywhere as a bachelor
So go 'head girl with that game you're talkin
And since you look like cece peniston, +keep on walkin+
Your your your cheatin heart, you're tryin to rip mine apart
Uhh, i wish i'd seen it from the start
Cause now you're caught in what you thought was a fort
Took a short, so i'll see you in court
Somebody's... been sleeping in my bed..
Somebody's... been sleeping in my bed..
I hate my wife
I wear my wedding ring on the finger
Cause i married the wrong god damn woman
I leave homegirl ？
And come back home, college feet be on
11.W.g.o.n.r.s.
People people, we gotta get over
Before we go under, and i wonder
Why we can't find a little piece of mankind
Instead of always step back, gimme my damn nine
Livin the thug, like the shoot up the drug type
They love to hear the people sayin, 'yo that kid is bugged
right？'
Just a game, so please, out here men die
The average black man today don't make it to see twenty-five
Cause someone else got the clock rocked
Tryin to get the neighborhood locked, to be the new man on the
block
But if you asked me who's the man i'm like, 'you tell me？
I don't know, ed lover, dr. dre and heavy d？'
I got my mind on comin up, if not in first place
Then damnit i plan to be the first runner up
But it seems, i got a lot of problems under my belt
And everday i gotta ask myself
Ah what's goin on, in our society
What's goin on, in a de country
What's goin on, in your community
What's goin on, tell me
I seen a kid freshly dipped with mad gold
Fifteen years old, with plenty drugs bein sold
But then somebody caught him for his air jordans
His drugs the cash and the jewels he was sportin
You wanna call your girl a b-i-t-c-h
You can't appreciate so now she's humpin your man, then she
ain't
Cause when you teach her that hoe mentality
They accept that as reality and give all your friends the skin
You need to show some love for your people
All men are created equal, that's why with everybody i always
Spread love, and keep my pockets full of dol-dollars
But check it out now
We're not the uncivilized, the kane ？
So let's get it together, man we did it when we were slaves
Instead of always tryin to blame someone else
Take a look around, and ask yourself
Ah what's goin on, in your community
What's goin on, in a dis country
What's goin on, in our society
What's goin on, whoahhhh
Nowadays it's all about provin you ain't nuttin soft
And everybody's always talkin about bustin off
But that ain't where we gotta go, kid we can throw
And handle this thing like holyfield and blow
Then when we get it off our chest, let's put it to rest
And try to make some money progress
Because if i got a dollar, and you got ten
And you can get a hundred from a friend if five others kick in
Shoot, we can take that stack and put it back
In a community that's black, to make our people attract
Like somethin magnetic, cause word is bond it's pathetic
We always talkin about this piece of the pie
But it seems we can't get it
Unless we field the life of a drug dealer
And start stellin llello but you know where they go
Up to the penile, because they chose to be wild
And now you're upstate kid, uh, waitin patiently to see trial
Now let that whole gangsta route slide
There's too much money and skins here on the outside
For me to ever let my freedom go
Cause i got mine, now get yous, and let me know
Ah what's goin on, in our society
What's goin on, when you nah haf no money
What's goin on, people on the street
Whoahhh, why is it so..
12.Let Yourself Go
Somebody tell me who's that, what's that
It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack
Don't even front and try to ask who is this
Cause my name rings more bells than a jehovah witness
Stronger than listerine, moppin up rappers like mr. clean
Oh lord, the kane just hit the scene
Booyaka bo buck, rappers have no luck
Cause when i come through, i'm catchin wreck, like a tow truck
Cause ain't no way in the world the kane could ever, fade
I'm stayin on top of this thing, in order for me to get, paid
And anyone comin to me for a battle is gettin, slayed
Whenever it comes to the lyrics i'm rappin i got it, made
So back up off me, cause yo' rap
Have no hap' so slow dat and act like you know dat
Cause you can dream about bein this up to par
But not even johnny mathis can tell you what your chances are
Competition i'll drill em, and definitely outskill em
To make the long story short, i kill em
Cause i face em like jason, bizarre
And when i come through, it's like tchk tchk ahh
Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Givin you mo', ready to go, kickin the flow, rippin the show
Comin to blow, check out a pro, look at the glow, act like you
know
Left the lonely lonely through lyrics loose in me
Leave the lowlife left lingerin lost like ？？？
Anything you can imagine done to a microphone i did it
Ripped it, flipped it, hit it, split it, let it so dig it
But don't make me get ill, or chill, cause if i exercise my
skill
Rappers'll hit the floor like johnny gill
The smoothest soloist, with this to exist to bliss
And diss who risk to test this
Cause this ain't no game, i treat you like
A picture of my ex-girl, and rip that ass out the frame
I come pursuant, pursuant, pursuant, pursuant
And step it to him, to him, to him, to him, to him
I leave a rapper's career ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined
And watch him fade like my voice is doin, doin, doin
Ease back when i attack
Your poetry is wack so don't ask for no slack
Cause i'm tell you straight up, i'ma bring it son
You want +poetic justice+ go see john singleton
Because a battle ain't no thing to me
And i don't look nothin like tarzan
So don't think you can swing with me
Just let the kane take control, i'd like to know
If you really ready for some super dynamite soul!
Then come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
So what's this？ a new attitude, you're tryin to act rude
You saw _menace_ and now you in a gangsta mood
What are you kiddin me？ that's the heart of stupidity
If you wanna be a gangsta, join the mafia in italy
Fakin and frontin on stage like you're hard
I hope when you get to detroit, the real thugs gon' pull your
card
Flashin guns like you got somethin to prove g
What, you wanna be in the next john singleton movie？
You're sayin that you're buckwhylin
But don't convince me, convince the brothers on the island
Otherwise just forget it, unless niggaz that did ten years
Say you a gangsta, i ain't wit it
Yo, i raped his mother, yo, i shot and killed him
Is that what you wanna get across to the children？
I guess you're not gonna be happy til it's for real
Four year old kids, doin drivebys on big wheels
Or maybe you wanna see it be more fatal
Like kindergarten kids, tryin to cook crack with play-doh
Now i don't mean to take the fun out the jam
I just want some to understand about the gun in the hand
We gotta show our people how to live equal
Peace out, i'm catchin folks on the sequel
It go, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe
And yo i got the funky flow
So let yourself go!
13.Don't Do It To Yourself
{big scoob：}
Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, kane, drop it like it's hot
Yo, pick up the microphone and gimme what you got
{big daddy kane：}
Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, scoob, drop it like it's hot
Pick up your microphone, it's time to rock the spot
(x2)
(oh my god, tell me, is it really him？
The legendary lyricist makin matters grim？)
Because when i start to flow the results are so deadly
Rappers start shakin like the legs on elvis presley
Sayin (it's him, the great) that's how i intimidate
But i just came to get my shit off, so i give them a break
And pickin up the microphone after i left
Is like givin mouth-to-mouth to a corpse, a waste of breath
In other words, i don't leave no remains for you
(forget the men, that's the evil that kane'll do)
I bring it raw, gee, too hardcore, gee
The only way you could fuck with me is in a orgy
The magnificient, none can come swifter than
Cool as ？？？, but my skin color is different
We got the milk and honey
My rhymes are just like abraham lincoln's face (on the money)
Makin me freshest on the land, but let's not forget
That if i rapped under water they'd be aquafresh
The best, oh yes, i guess... (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
- you said that shit in '88)
Oh, i originate and create the great to dictate
And regulate chumps and set em straight
I get my point across because the boss is truly yours
The source to the force, so put it on pause
The one that assures applause, never took a loss
Stronger than some olde e quarts to a can of coors
In other words it's hazardous to your health
So don't do it to yourself
Don't do it to yourself, don't do it
Yo, you better not do it, you better not
(x2)
(stop right there, you better freeze, cease
Don't make me put my timberland boot to your grill piece
Big scoob from brooklyn comin through, don't start me
Don't make me turn your jam into a tec-9 party)
Hey yo, what in the world would ever possess you
To think that you could touch me
Or even try to come above me
Or even think that you could flow this lovely？
Nobody, and i mean nobody on this whole planet can stand it
I rip it apart, and flip up the art cause i'm the best, damn it
I crush rappers for the hell of it, defeat, i never tell of it
So anything else you heard is irrelevant
(you're not on the level) man, you're not even close to me
(step to the kane) and get bagged just like grocery
So spare yourself the misfortune and proceed with caution
Cause i don't just burn rappers, i torch em
With a skilled-out style that's mad diesel
And i got hemorrhoids from shittin on so many people
I crush those who oppose with blows to your nose
When it comes to my crew (that's the way love goes)
The chocolate city for black cesar incorporated
(and all of the soft get faded)
So before you step to me use your head
And you better think about it more than special ed
Cause trust me, kid, it ain't like goin against anyone else
I'm tellin you, don't do it to yourself
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