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Brother Man Brother Man

admin — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:19:14 +0000

featuring Lil’ Daddy Shane

[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

Get Down

admin — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 02:02:25 +0000

Kane]
It ain’t hard to tell
The flow of the Kane is movin em real well
I build and excel and plus I rap like hell
Lyrics generate, break through and penetrate
Connect like an interstate, now let me demonstrate
I grab the microphone and put the dap in quick
You start to tappin and snappin and clappin
then rappin’ll happen
And then I display, poetry, the right way
and rock the Gladys Knight to the next Morris Day
I get sexy like Marvin Gaye
and other times, I might wanna hit em hard and say
somethin exquisite and clever like a wizard
Hit em like a blizzard if you missed it
turn to your friend and say, “What is it?”
or what was it, because it, was too fast for you to bust it
So pay attention to how the Smooth Operator does it
Just acknowledge the sound
Get on the good foot.. UHH, and get down

[Kane]
Look
The thought of competition, I don’t have the faintest
Cause if I’m correct, I kicked them all in the anus
So I don’t care if you step to me in three flocks
The men that’s all pumped up like Reeboks
Cause I bring down the swelling, just like alcohol
Makin em all fall like the Berlin Wall
Then I apply pain just like a migraine
Pssssh, man, don’t even try Kane
A lyrical catastrophe, a disaster see
Nobody gets on after me
Crushin MC’s is how I get my joy
So when one tries to battle I’m like, hoo boy
Class in session as I give the lesson
to prove to another rapper that I rule in his profession
And it’s nothin new, that the Kane is your ruler
Cause back in the days I used to call you Sundullah
Now it’s a new time period, rappers are still fearin it
and the crowd is still cheerin
with the new Black Ceaser that came to town
with one purpose – to make you get down

[Kane]
I start to flow, slow, and then ohh no
I gotta pick up the pace and go
Go relatin and statin what I’m creatin to straighten MC’s
that I’m debatin terminatin as the Kane keeps them evadin
So step over, cause ain’t no leftover
remains from the Kane I drained the last brain
Speak like Oprah, attack like a cobra
Turn your whole year into a _Red October_
Lyrics are sweet like struddel, at the same time brutal
Your rhymes remind me of the noodle in umm
CHOP SUEY, soft and chewy
My rhymes are kickin like Bruce, you’re just Hong Kong Fooey
So +Enter the Dragon+ as I start to raggin
all the competition that’s on the bandwagon
I take the groove around around around around around
around, so get down

[Kane]
Yo, get out your seat and jump to this
Throw your hands in the air and pump your fists
The name of the jam is get down so let me see you do it
And show some unity in music
We gotta show our young ones the right way
to avoid crucial poison and the price they might pay
So I keep on teachin the children to follow the
Power Equality, Allah C Equality, PEACE

Mister Cee, you gotta get down and uh
Scoob Lover, you gotta get down and uh
Scrap Lover, you gotta get down and uh
Big Fahl, you gotta get down and my man
Jay-Z, you gotta get down and
Positive K, you gotta get down and
to my man Music Mike, you gotta get down
And to my man Larry, you gotta get down
and to my man Ant Live, you gotta get down
and to my man Big Chuck, you gotta get down
And I can’t forget Rog, you gotta get down
And to my man Danny, you gotta get down
And to my main man Sauce, you gotta get down
and to my man Bobby V, you gotta get down
and to my cousin ’95, you gotta get down
To my brother the Lil’ Daddy, you gotta get down
And to my man Tyrone, you gotta get down
And if I didn’t say your name you can STILL get down

Aint No Half-Steppin

admin — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 07:07:36 +0000

Im with this
Im just gonna sit here laid back to this nice mellow beat, you know
And drop some smooth lyrics
Cause its 88
Time to set it straight, knowwhatImsaying
And aint no half stepping
Word
Im ready>

Rappers stepping to me they want to get some
But Im the Kane, so yo, you know the outcome
Another victory
They cant get with me
So pick a BC date cause youre history
Im the authentic poet to get lyrical
For you to beat me, its gonna take a miracle
And, stepping to me, yo thats the wrong move
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?
Competition I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn
I got it good, now let me tell you who I am
The B-I-G D-A-double D-Y K-A-N-E
Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many
Im different, so dont compare me to another
Cause they cant hang, word to the mother
At least not with the principal in this pedigree
So when I roll on you rappers, you better be
Ready to die because youre petty
Youre just a butter knife, Im a machete
Thats made by Ginzu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday the 13th, Imma play Jason
No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
The name is Big Daddy, yes Big not little
So define it
Heres your walking papers, sign it
And take a walk
As the Kane start to talk, cause…

Aint no half-steppin
Im the Big Daddy Kane
(3 times)

My rhymes are so dope and
The rappers be hoping
To sound like me, so soon Ill have to open
A school of MCing, for those who want to be in
My field in court
Then again on second thought
To

Come on Down

admin — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 18:18:09 +0000

featuring Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes

Verse One: Big Daddy Kane

When I’m in motion it’s just like the flow of the ocean
The weight of the words swerve and curve
My style flexes bigger than the state of Texas
Quick as a Lambourghini, smooth as a Lexus
I guess that makes me the top of the line
Oh yes I’m the most prime of all time
Cause as soon as I pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start
to flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn’t stop me from going
On with the rapture, so that I can capture
your mind with state of the art music made to adap to
To knowledge the God on the groove
Because when my tongue moves I just loooove that I’m smooth
Do it with these and in times I leave reas
to give em a little of thje flavor that please
As I, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the
gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and
jammin and slammin and damn it’s
Too much for one mind to comprehend
A pure blend, the way that I make words mend
And, the way that I be doin rappers in
Michael Bivins couldn’t make these Boyz II Men
I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the
average MC, the tough ones I’ll burn third degree
And if you’re thinkin that I’m takin a beatin
You’re sure to see the Pink Panther speakin

Verse Two: Q-Tip

I’m a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker
When I get my ride, I be the grill squawker
Tip’s a smooth talker, I love Alice Walker
So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker
Better yet you hooker, you wanna show I book ya
The highest way I took ya, is youse a good looker
Queens is residential, I make the presidentials
Over instrumentals, I utilize the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you wnet in by yourself it was a terror
See, I could do that cause my crew is kinda phat
Outside we had the toolies, out West you call em gats
It’s that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit
Bring your bats and balls and please don’t forfeit
Cause you won’t get away, your status will be stank
You can ride with me G I’m goin to the bank
To meet up with Kane, up on Dollar Lane
You get the idea, cause page times is near
So rappers see they bug cause they really can’t handle
Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin
Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil
The three different flavors, you know we on the level

Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

Check it out, uhh! As I come down and get dumb
Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum
Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how
I react, Busta Rhymes will attack
As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain
gotta make a mega migraine
Whattup? To the Big Daddy and Tip
My trip, flip the rhyme, then I dip
Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude
Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed
This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors
on a young raider choc well that’s my vocal fader
Keep my volume on extra boom!
All the braids in my neck symbolizes that I want room
Word up, huh! Here I am, damn
Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer
This jam will be ran while the record flim flam
WIggle your front pram, to the runnin man
Sam, Busta, Rhymes, comin on time
L.O.N.S. did, rip a new design
Flavor one, taste the unborn baby
Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby
CHiggy change chump, the oversized puff
Busta pump you and the love, and then I rump
Emotional stter point, for the wild
Busta buckwild musically direct from Strong Isle
Unload, catch you like smell later
Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrRHHH
RARRARRRRH! Direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh

Girl Talk

admin — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 01:01:06 +0000

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The House That Cee Built

admin — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:18:23 +0000

Introducing ladies and gentlemen
the young man that’s had over thirty-five soul classics
Among these classics are tunes that will never die
Tunes like —
“FUNKY!” “I get +Raw+”
“Set It Off” “Ain’t No Half-Steppin’”
“I’ll Take You There”
“Yo, Word to the Mother!”
“The Wrath of Kane”
“Mister Cee Got a Master Plan”

“This is a house that..” {Cee} “..built y’all!”

Get up! Huh! Get up! Cause it’s party time!
Clap your hands!

“Here we go..” -> Slick Rick

“I knew I was the man with the master plan” -> Erick Sermon
“Mister Cee!” {these two lines cut n scratched 4X}

“Here I come!” -> Mighty Mouse
“Yeah Kane!” -> Flavor Flav {two lines cut n scratched 3X}

“Oahhhhhhhhhhh-owwwwwwwwwww!”

“Here I come!” -> Mighty Mouse
“Yeah Kane!” -> Flavor Flav {two lines cut n scratched 3X}

“Oahhhhhhhhhhh-owwwwwwwwwww!”

“Here I come!” -> Mighty Mouse
“King Asiatic” {two lines cut n scratched 3X}

“Oahhhhhhhhhhh-owwwwwwwwwww!”

“Here I come!” -> Mighty Mouse
“King Asiatic” {two lines cut n scratched 3X}

“Oahhhhhhhhhhh-owwwwwwwwwww!”

“Here comes..” “.. the DJ” -> 3X
“Here comes..” “.. Mister Cee!”
“Here comes..” “.. the DJ” -> 3X
“Here comes..” “.. Mister Cee!”

“You-you-you, you-you, y-you-you
You-you-you, you-you, you just got ta” “Jump jump jump to it!”
“You-you-you, you-you, y-you-you
You-you-you, you-you, you just got ta” “Jump jump jump to it!”

“Scoob Lover my brother, Scrap Lover my other” -> Kane
“He’s the greatest ever!” (2X)
“Scoob Lover..” “He’s the greatest!”
“Scrap Lover..” “He’s the greatest!”
“Scoob Lover my brother, Scrap Lover my other” -> Kane
“He’s the greatest ever!”

“Hey hey hey! It’s..” -> Fat Albert
“.. Mister Cee as we say, my man with soul” -> Kane
{both repeat 4X}

[Scoob]
Yo Cut man, yo whassup with them pretty young skins out there
Man what’sup?

[Mister Cee]
I don’t know man, they ain’t lookin at me
I think they lookin at Scrap, whassup Scrap?

[Scrap]
Yo, I could use some new exercise
Yo Scoob man, I don’t know, what’s goin on?

[Scoob]
Yo why don’t y’all come a little bit closer
and umm, sit on my lap, and talk about the first thing that pops up

[Mister Cee]
KnowhatI’msayin?

[all together]
Cause you can hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me!
Hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me!
Hurt me, hurt me! Hurt me, hurt me!
Hurt me, hurt me!

[Mister Cee]
Awwwwwwwwwwww yeah!
Yo I wanna take time out to say whassup to my brother Shannon
My brother Knowledge and Baby B
To my homeboy Eric B, Kamir and Robin
Thyra, to my man, Mulah
De La Soul, and Prince Paul
To Nice and Smooth, Melle Mel, AB, J.R.
To my man Easy Mo Bee, DJ LG and the LG Posse
Swivey Bee and Easylee

[Scrap]
Yo I’d just like to say what’s up to the leader of the Wolf Pack
The Baby De La-ner himself
I’d just like whassup to the DJ Mister Cee
And to my brother Scoob Lover

[Scoob]
Yo I’d like to say whassup to everybody that stood by us, yknahmsayin?
My man Kane out there, the whole posse, Eazy-E
Keith and Sally from the Valley
My man Laze, Eazy-E and the whole nine yards
Can’t forget nobody!

[Mister Cee]
Awwwwwwwwwww yeah!
Can’t forget my man Kito and Pony y’all

[Scrap]
Can’t forget the clubhead herself, Joanne

[Scoob]
Yeahhh (peace) house music

Let Yourself Go

admin — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 08:08:39 +0000

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

No Damn Good

admin — Fri, 29 May 2009 09:09:04 +0000

{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

Prelude

admin — Mon, 18 May 2009 02:02:06 +0000

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

Earth, Wind And Fire

admin — Fri, 01 May 2009 05:05:57 +0000

I’m from Brooklyn, New York City

I be the Earth motherin’, smotherin’ MC’s
Sha Queen covering 360 degrees

See I blow like the wind when I flow to this song
Cause a riot like Kaiser like that then I’m gone

I bring the fire burn it down to the ground
Think of dissin’ me, Kane will leave that ass rotisserie (What)

Earth, wind, fire we be those elements
It’s evident, as we come to represent

[Sha-Queen]
I feel the need to get iller than
All these fuckin’ wack Mc’s, realest Bitch that ever been
Dropped the hit single that was flying through the roof
I’m lyrical living proof, you can’t handle the truth
After you heard me spit, still convinced that you ill
Who you tryin’ to fool me or yourself, bitch for real
Everybody know the deal, you ever get a hunch
To fuck around with Sha-Queen, then I know you out to lunch
Break that meaning down, that means disturbed in your mental
And that’s absurd, I kick the illest shit you ever heard
Every rhyme to the last line and pronouns and verbs
Too hard to see with your two eyes, then check with your third
My frequency’s not tainted with thoughts of whores
That can only get raw on all fours, with sore back doors
Precisely, far from your average girl
So, sit back and shut the fuck up, cause Sha rules the world, word

[A.B. Money]
Listen there was a man in Brooklyn, New York City
Where the guys are fly and the ladies looking pretty
I’m a let you know, that stuff you pop is junk
Cause when I flow, it’s the flava of the month

Hold up don’t worry about nothin’, tot shit in a smash like crash dummies
This fast money, make me wanna fuck around and blast money
I heard your spot mak

Its A Big Daddy Thing

admin — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 03:03:03 +0000

Ahh yeah
We gon’ pump this up one time
As we set it off a little like this, kick it!
Pump it up now (it’s a Big Daddy thing)
As we send this out to New York City
Can’t forget the posse down in Philly
Also in Detroit (it’s a Big Daddy thing)
Chicago, Atlanta GA
Sendin this out to Miami (it’s a Big Daddy thing)
Tampa, can’t forget Virginia and North Carolina
L.A. and Oakland (it’s a Big Daddy thing)
And the rest of the world as we go a little somethin like this
(it’s a Big Daddy thing)

Let it rain let it rain to be put it pain
with nothin to gain under the wrath of Kane
Cause you can’t maintain, I drained every brain
to leave a stain plain to remain in my lane
or path or road, until the next one be sewed
That the B-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y explode
Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm
or be funky like a underarm
And allow, me to show how, the microphone should flow
Now, competition bow, to me like a Buddha
The teacher, the tutor
They come a dime a dozen but the Kane look cuter
And I ain’t about that slouchin or crabbin
so save it — cause that’s one thing I ain’t havin
Because the purpose I serve is to please ya
Rhymes will ease ya, like Milk of Magnesia
So bust a pimp without a limp
And I crush any wimp that would try to attempt to umm
get loose I put a boost and used to chill
the comp to Kane, I picked Beetlejuice

“Big Daddy thing” (2X)

I’m just that ruthless, to leave ya toothless
Cause you’re useless, makin up excuses excuses
So never touch tap tangle or tamper
A fearless fly foe’ll get slapped with a Pamper
Cause I can dig in your face like root canal
But I’ma chill, won’t even dispute you now
Actin wild just ain’t my style
Cause only the live will be movin the crowd but see
quiet as kept, not like a starter you
but I can roast an MC like a barbecue
In the Dead Zone, you shouldn’t have left home
Steppin to the man, now get the head flown
I bring the terror, horror, there’s no tomorrow
Child you shouldn’t even bother
to press up, and get broken like a Lee nail
So let me school ya plus scoop your female
Just like a jiggalo but I’m much bigger though
I’m like a hitman, pullin the trigger slow
and smooth to the groove with lyrics that sooth
and improve with every move, that’s why you’ve
been enhanced by the mentally divine
So play football, and let’s go the nine
Shorts I take none, cause I ain’t the one
In eighty-nine there’s damage bein done
And for you to diss me, will be very risky
Cause I make this be, as strong as whiskey
To break and make my foes dispose in force
So y’all can see how me the Kane will just reign
superior, cause I ain’t even hearin ya
Save the yang, cause it’s a Big Daddy thang

“Big Daddy thing” (4X, then cut and scratched to end)

And this one here goes out to my man Mad Money Murph
Can’t forget Big Sha, Big Therm
And also I got to say whassup to my man Horace
Got Nice and Smooth in the place to be
Mack Daddy Nick, know what I’m sayin?
Can’t forget my man Ant Live
And of course the one and only Prince Paul, peace

Children R the Future

admin — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 10:10:43 +0000

On and on and on and on
Me say the beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
Nor does the growth of our young world
Yes the children, be buildin, each boy and girl
Cause you are the cream of the planet earth
The new birth, now take that for what it’s worth
And give the child room, to blossom and bloom
Livin large, it’s your destiny to consume
To take flight and ignite to a brand new height
Cause that’s your goal in life – am I right? (Yeah!)
To start reachin, come on each and every
single one of y’all comprehend what I’m teachin
I said listen up, listen up, listen up youngster
Learn from a lesson that the Big Daddy brung ya
It’s nothin but knowledge, I shall bring to you
And I’m not Mr. Rogers or Captain Kangaroo, but I know

“children, children” – “are the future” (variations 4X)

“children, children” Where we goin now?
Take my hand my child, and let me show you how
Cause I’m here to help..
.. those who need Knowledge of Self
Young brothers and sisters, considered the cream
that must rise to the top and fulfill the dream
And there are desires that we all want to achieve
but remember, respect is most greatest to receive
And we don’t have to gain it by bein TOUGH
Or sellin our own kind that cooked white stuff
So bring your negative mind from out of the shade
Find your true self and let’s all get paid, because

“children, children” – “are the future” (variations 4X)

People, people, why we live illegal?
Your life just ends short and you know that there’s no sequel
(sequel) They’ll say that it was fun while it lasted
You run wild, stickin up and gettin blasted
Pregnant girls livin solo, on the welfare
Cause your so-called man said go to hell dere
And young brothers that could be tryin to rap
Instead, are out boostin clothes at the Gap
Now what kind of life is that for a child?
Runnin wild livin foul, hey, change your lifestyle
Get some knowledge, and open your eyes
Just take a little bit of time,
how fully you’ll come to realize, that

“children, children” – “are the future” (variations 4X)

[Kane * singing *]
I believe the children are the future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all of the beauty they posess inside
Give them, a sense of pride
to make it easier, let the children laughter
remind us how we used to be

Ill Take You There

admin — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 13:13:14 +0000

STAPLE>Hear ye, hear ye, from far and near
The one they call the Big Daddy Kane is here
To deliver a message to everyone everywhere
So listen up party people cause this you should hear
It’s a story of a far-away atmosphere
That you will find very rare and far beyond compare
All is sincere and rather debonair
So let’s all gather around, because…

(x4)

Off to a place you thought was unreal
Where people of the world do know how to chill
Everything remains cool and calm where you are
And if you ask about crime, they all’ll say, They wouldn’t even know what you mean
Cause it’s a different program, y’all know the routine
Where people work hard for a decent buck
And you can wear truck jewelry without being stuck
Never wondering whether your house is all right
So go leave your VCR on the porch overnight
And as for the people they all stand proud
Senior citizens party with the hip-hop crowd
You can hang at a jam till the break of dawn
And leave without your Bally shoes getting stepped on
Everyone walks around in their right mind and all
Because crack ain’t nothing but a hole in the wall
So those who wish to live with glare and flair
There’s a place that this can be done, and yo…

(x4)

What I discovered may just only seem
As something that you find in your wildest dream
But! on the real tip, you will see
I’m not playing, what I’m saying is reality
There is a place people live with joy
That the next man cannot come along and destroy
No one faces problems, no one says sorry
And war ain’t nothing but a game on Atari
This message also applies to other nations
Like Africa for instance, where there’s starvation
But if you come with me, you’re sure to see
Ethiopians can eat in Red Lobster for free
And people that you saw before that were poor
Will never ever see the situation no more
Cause in this world everyone’s a millionaire
Are you sick?
And what the hell is welfare?
Fashions are smashing for all to flaunt
And we can get anything that we want
So don’t think you can’t afford expensive design
Because fresh Gucci wear is only $5.99
So come ye all and attend this affair
As we journey to the promised land, and…

(x3)

Since I’m the type of guy that laughs and jokes
This may sound funny, but seriously folks
It’s a shame that people today must live
In a world that’s operating oh so negative
But I found a place designed especially for you
Where peace and harmony is everyone’s culture
So let’s all gather around before this world corrupts
And we don’t even need Scotty to beam us up
Because…

(x4)

(x9)

(x4

Sex According to the Prince of Darkness

admin — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 00:00:41 +0000

female reporter]
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..

[Dolemite]
Baby, sex is just like puttin money in the bank
Once you take it out, the interest is all gone

[female reporter]
Then we asked rap star Big Daddy Kane his definition of sex
And well *clears throat* according to the Prince of Darkness..

[Big Daddy Kane]
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

How U Get a Record Deal

admin — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 04:04:08 +0000

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

Aint No Half Steppin

admin — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 06:06:23 +0000

AH>Rappers stepping to me they want to get some
But Iâ€™m the Kane, so yo, you know the outcome
Another victory
They canâ€™t get with me
So pick a BC date cause youâ€™re history
Iâ€™m the authentic poet to get lyrical
For you to beat me, itâ€™s gonna take a miracle
And, stepping to me, yo thatâ€™s the wrong move
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?
Competition I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn
I got it good, now let me tell you who I am
The B-I-G D-A-double D-Y K-A-N-E
Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many
Iâ€™m different, so donâ€™t compare me to another
Cause they canâ€™t hang, word to the mother
At least not with the principal in this pedigree
So when I roll on you rappers, you better be
Ready to die because youâ€™re petty
Youâ€™re just a butter knife, Iâ€™m a machete
Thatâ€™s made by Ginzu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday the 13th, Iâ€™mma play Jason
No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
The name is Big Daddy, yes Big not little
So define it
Hereâ€™s your walking papers, sign it
And take a walk
As the Kane start to talk, cause…

Ainâ€™t no half-steppinâ€™
Iâ€™m the Big Daddy Kane
(3 times)

My rhymes are so dope and
The rappers be hoping
To sound like me, so soon Iâ€™ll have to open
A school of MCing, for those who want to be in
My field in court
Then again on second thought
To have MCâ€™s coming out sounding so similar
Itâ€™s quite confusing for you to remember
The originator, and boy do I hate a
Perpetrator, but Iâ€™m much greater
The best oh yes I guess suggest the rest should fess
Donâ€™t mess or test your highness
Unless you just address with best finesse
And bless the paragraph I manifest
Rap prime minister, some say sinister
Non-stopping the groove, until when itâ€™s the
Climax, and I max, relax and chill
Have a break from a take of me acting ill
Brain cells are lit, ideas start to hit
Next the formation of words that fit
At the table I sit, making it legit
And when my pen hits the paper, ahh shit!
I stop and stand strong over MCâ€™s
And devour with the power of Hercules
Or Samson, but I go further the length
Cause you could scalp my cameo and Iâ€™ll still have strength
And no, thatâ€™s not a myth, and if you try to riff
Or get with, the man with the given gift of gab
Your vocab, Iâ€™ll only ignore
Be sleeping on your rhymes till I start to snore
You canâ€™t awake me, or even make me
Fear you, son, cause you canâ€™t do me none
So, think about it if youâ€™re trying to go
When you want to step to me, I think you should know that…

Ainâ€™t no half-steppinâ€™
Iâ€™m the Big Daddy Kane
(3 times)

I appear right here and scare and dare
A mere musketeer that would dare to compare
Put him in the rear, back there where he canâ€™t see clear
Get a beer, idea or near stare, yeah
So on to be want to be competition
Trying to step to me–must be on a mission
Up on the stage is where Iâ€™mma get you at
You think Iâ€™m losing?
Psst, picture that…

Ainâ€™t no half-steppinâ€™
(3 times)
Mister Cee, step to me…

The name is Big Daddy, you know, as in your father
So when you hear a def rhyme, believe that Iâ€™m the author
I grab the mic and make MCâ€™s evaporate
The party people say, damn…that rapperâ€™s great
The creator conductor of poetry
Et cetera, et cetera, it ainâ€™t easy being me
I speak clearly so you can understand
Put words together like letter, man
Now thatâ€™s dictation, proceeding to my innovation
Not like the other MCâ€™s, who are an imitation
Or an animation, a cartoon to me
But when Iâ€™m finished, Iâ€™m sure that you are soon to see
Reality, my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
I put my title in your face, dare you to base
And if you try and come get it, yo Iâ€™mma show you whoâ€™s with it
So if you know like I know, instead of messing around
Play like Roy Rogers and slooow doown
Just give yourself a break, or someone else will take
Your title, namely me, cause Iâ€™m homicidal
That means murder, cause Iâ€™m about to hurt a-
Nother MC, that try to get with me
Iâ€™ll just break him and bake him and rake him
and take him and mold him and make him
Hold up the peace sign…
Assalam Walaikum

TLC

admin — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 03:03:54 +0000

Kane]
Question.. what has he done, for you lately?
Tell me.. do y’all go for walks on the beach?
I just wanna know, if you had dinner at the pond
or the drive-through at Mickey D’s
You say the last movie y’all saw was _Jaws_? Mmm
Well never fear baby, the Big Daddy is here

I come up upon the scene to romance thee
with a little bit of T.L.C. to tickle your fancy
Give you protection, warmth and affection
Make sure you never feel any rejection
Without a doubt, I admire you, I have a desire to
be a more better man prior to
your past relationships, you’ve been datin
with all the wrong gentlemen, I’m more sentimental
in my own little way so (HEY!)
Whattaya say about givin a play okay?
Cause I’m not here to impress you, I wanna caress you
posess you and bless you, nevertheless
to make you feel secure, and real sure
Mon cheri amore, pretty woman I adore
Don’t shed a tear never fear my dear I’ll be there
anywhere with some Tender Lovin Care

Chorus: repeat 2X

Just a little bit of T.L.C.
Tender Lovin Care you’ll get from me
Just a little bit of T.L.C.
Tender Lovin Care is what you need

[Kane]
In the beginning I only wanted to be your friend
but then..
It may sound strange, but my feelings started to change
And now I wanna sustain..
somethin more closer, give you the most of my love
and my time and respect as opposed to
sayin she’s “Just a Friend”
I may sound like Biz, but you know what time it is
I want us to be together and benevolent
with reverance to give you the best relationship there ever been
So consider me as as as as as a-a-as your lover
Damn baby, you make me stutter
But I’m still able to, clearly say to you
things that I feel *smooch* and kiss your navel too
Givin much T.L.C.
as I make love to you constantLY

Chorus

[Kane]
May I?
He ever treat you with the
proper amount of chivalry, would be so, mmmm
Break!

* just the drums for a bit *

Bass!

* bassline comes for a bit *

* music by itself comes in, then.. *

[Kane]
I hope to form a special thing that we can cherish
Everlasting, it won’t perish
Establish a special thing that’s based on love
and trust, in other words, it’s all about us
You won’t have to ever search for Tender Lovin Care
Cause for you I got it right here
You’ll never find none greater
Sincerely yours,
The Smooth Operator

Chorus

Give it to Me

admin — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 05:05:51 +0000

Big Daddy Kane]
Ready willin and able
Here comes the new modern day Dark Gable
On the mattress and on the boxsprings
Girls, they wanna sport me like bamboo earrings
The go-getter, the skins-hitter
And if your girl says she met me.. I probably did her
Word up, the sex super stud
I jump your bones like ten Crips against one Blood
(NASTY!) The N-A-S-T-Y
Ready for action if you wanna see why
So come on, and let’s do this
As I, tiptoe through your tu-lips
Like Moses, I part them legs like the Red Sea
And then I plant somethin deadly
Poundin and poundin, is how I’m servin this
Makin it look like, your bed is goin through turbulence
Lots of lust, between the two of us
The sign on my Jimmy says, “Kidney’s or bust,” so
I shove deeper than the voice of Barry
to make you hit high notes like Mariah Carey
It’s like a Morris Day jerkout
to put you in more positions than a Jane Fonda workout
I’m ready to tear down walls
You say let’s chill, but to hell with that,
I’m not Aaron Hall, so..

Chorus: repeat 4X

Give it to me, give it to me
* sample of Q-Tip going “uh, uhh, uh, uhh” from _Check the Rhyme_ *
(Give it here.. -> 4X)

[Big Daddy Kane]
I paid the cost to be the boss
like with that HIV rumor they tried to toss
But I’m so good with the women that if I ever caught AIDS
a woman doctor’d find a cure just so she could get laid
So never fear my dear, just come on over here
I practice safe sex, with girls I lay next
In other words, the J-hat’s on the head
Cause I’m too sexy for AIDS like Right Said Fred
So can touch you there, hah? Hah?
I like to take my, time, whenever, I’m
massagin my fingers through a girl — ooh-wee
I leave her wet, just like her beaver had a jheri curl
Then I begin to hit those skins
So baby doll, let let me in
* sample of Q-Tip going “uh, uhh, uh, uhh” from _Check the Rhyme_ *
And if you’re the slight bit tight from virginity..
.. vaseline on me!

Chorus: repeat 4X

Give it to me, give it to me
* sample of Q-Tip going “uh, uhh, uh, uhh” from _Check the Rhyme_ *
(Give it here.. -> 4X)

[sample of a sex scene from a movie]

[Big Daddy Kane]
Just another pervert that loves to flirt
with a skirt so at a concert girls stay alert
Cause I be hoppin on em just like a frog
I run through, a Luke video, like it’s a smorgasboard
I start sweatin, my back gets to humpin
then I thump and I thump and I thump and I thump
I don’t carry a gun but I’m packin somethin lethal
One of the last she-BOINKIN people
So come on Miss Thing don’t front
You got me on a hunt, and you know what I want, that,
U-S-S-Y, wait, that’s not the way, oh
Pass the P’s like they used to say!
And when I give you this fat one
You gotta guard your grill.. honey nonononononono, not that one..
Because I give girls the grand slam
I’m like a radio station: CONTINOUS JAMS

Chorus: repeat 8X

Give it to me, give it to me
* sample of Q-Tip going “uh, uhh, uh, uhh” from _Check the Rhyme

Entaprizin

admin — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 03:03:26 +0000

This one goes to my man old dirty, one love we be swigging brew
Trigger too, even Nas I be digging too
Let’s see whose left Mobb Deep, oh yeah Meth
That brother’s hot like curry, one love to Keith Murray
Rappers like Craig Mack quench my thirst for comedy
I’d love to hang with Red Man but I ain’t messing with that bam bazee
The Brat, Lil’ Kim, Foxy get that loochee
Especially that cutie representing for the Fugees, go girls
Even the NBA make rap dollars
Shaquille, Chris Webber, Cedric Ceballos
Talent’s around the world Phoenix to Providence
No need to educate Chicago they already got Common Sense
Houston and Atlanta we love you
Peace to the West Coast they really set the Doggs loose
We always say the future’s in today’s children
If so, make sure Shyheim and A + sell a million
Peace to Eazy E, Stretch, and Mercury
Tupac, and Buffy, Notorious BIG
We gots to strive to make hip-hop survive
Brothers need to unify to keep the game alive
Rappers be coming out with one album then they gone
So with cats like Raekwon, support â€˜em so they stay on
Then brothers like Smooth wouldn’t have to hustle
It’s an every day struggle, but hip-hop I still love you

Chorus
We Entaprizin, got the hip-hop heads realizin’
East Coast, West Coast organizin’
Steady risin’, money sizin’
What we specialize in
Repeat

Verse 2
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope the Luniz got a hundred on it
And if you’re in it for the millions E-40
I hope you see 40, before you be 40
What it look like, the great paper chase for ends
Lost Boyz being found in Lex coups, Bimas and Benz
East Coast, West Coast unite, let’s keep it tight
And everything’s gonna be alright
But hold up, it seems we got some hip-hop cheats
Depending on just having catchy hooks and beats
Rappers using their skills recently I haven’t heard of none
Me, I represent myself better than Collin Ferguson
And yes that I do, I’ll shatter you
It don’t even matter who, I’ll make them all show gratitude
Fools, acting like they don’t know the rules
Need to learn to listen when grown folks is droppin’ jewels
Now they say, is Mr. Kane coming back to dominate
I used to listen to his music back in 1988
Damn he still pumpin’, just when you think he ain’t nothing
That kid just keep coming back, what is he the Terminator or something
Lord I skill it in a way to make you feel it
Finally I reveal it, party people they can’t wait until-
Starts to boom out, so every rap consumer
Can bring that old schooler back just like alumni
I sting it, booyah, to stop the half steppers tryin’ to wing it through ya
Don’t make me have to bring it to ya’
Who gonna be the next clown to come step into my bounds
Right now get down for the crown, mess around get pound to the ground by the sound
And let the more experienced entertain
Kane, meet the microphone, microphone meet Kane
The legendaire, rap extraordinaire
Commutin’ to your ear, yeah, looka here

Chorus 2x

Young Gifted and Black

admin — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 09:09:42 +0000

Minister Farrakhan]
So out of the MERCY of Allah
and the LAW, written in our nature
We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence
And when that individual, I make, NO apologies
for what I’m about to say

[Big Daddy Kane]
Rough, rugged and real, you’re on standstill
to obey okay so let the man build
words of rapture that you have to capture
And I just slapped ya
with the hand full of literature
that’s dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw
Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase
Competition you must be on freebase
Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken
Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I’m chokin!
Cause I got a strangehold
You’re still cold off the road for the role you stole
Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out
Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out
I’m not a pop star, rock’n'roller
I’m a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a
mic like a hammer, and drop grammar
Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him
Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute
They get the boot and played like a flute
so just PLAY mute, don’t even whisper
Open your mouth to speak and I’m diss ya
Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue
Because you’re petty confetti and not ready to rock steady
In other words, you’re half-steppin’
Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon
is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun
But when it come to hype rhymes I got one
Just like the album is still the same
_Long Live the Kane_ ain’t a damn thing changed
I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill
to fill your grill so don’t tell me you’re real
We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us
*tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!
If we didn’t revive em, bring back alive
old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn’t survive
You’d be another memory to us
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
So understand, the way that I live
that’s positive – and the message I got to give
It’s a benefit for you and me
I’m talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.
The chosen one that has turned a new leaf
I got gold teeth, and they don’t chew beef
No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish
The Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish
I flow like water, slaughter
Put you out of order.. floored ya!
Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin
to be on the bandwagon, but I’m the Last Dragon
With the knack to attract the pack
so just GET BACK, I’m young, gifted and black

And just go with the flow you know
In the place to be with my man Marley Marl
Sendin this out to Divine Force
Can’t forget my main man Heavy D
And to my good brothers EPMD
And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast
Can’t forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two
I say, peace