"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 umm... that Rodney dude 
Peep it! 


"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