Git Bizzy

Big Daddy Kane

Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) 
Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) 
Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) 
Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) 

Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) 
Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) 
Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) 
Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go)

Who's that smooth fellow flowin to this tune? 

The fact is, I never left 
'Cause I'm everlastin and my rhymes keep blastin 
Soon as I pick up the pen and relate it to paper 
That's the beginning 
And for you Filthy McNasty MC's, that's the ending 
'Cause when I grab the microphone just like a gun 
You know them doo-run-run-run, them doo-run-run 
Heh, I'm not your ordinary lyricist 
No one'll compare at this, as far as raps, pssh, 
I'm takin care of this 
I work the stage like a slavehand 
And keep the girls screamin just like Captain Caveman 
I did shows at the same arena that held Ike and Tina 
And the Chi-Lites, song have you seein her 
Puttin me on after Jennifer Holiday, ain't no thing 
Because I still come off, after the fat lady sings 

Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy 

Here we go, Shalamar style 
That means the Second Time Around so pump the sound 
As I progress to bless the mic and strike the stage 
Enraged arouse the crowd to jump and pump their fists 
And twist their waists with grace and clap and snap 
And move and groove cause I'm still, so, smooth 
If you compare the Big Daddy to a Caddy 
I'd be an Allante, suave as Belafonte 
Interplanetary and extraordinary (hmm, what about poetic?) 
Mmm, very! 
I'm even heard it said that I was the ultimate 
Well maybe just a little bit 
And competition I'll explain to them 
That this don't even pertain to them 
To try to flow like this will crack your cranium 
So to the rear and let the Prince of Darkness spark this 
Like a vampire, bloodthirsty, uhh, have mercy 

Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy
Set it off Kane, get busy
Set it off Kane, get busy

As we enter into the third half, for this paragraph 
I want to take all of the people that's leaping along with this tune 
To another plateau they never been too -- as I continue 
With somethin funky to get into 
Give me a James Brown, Funkadelic, or Prince beat 
And watch me turn the microphone to minced meat 
I tear the roof off the mother as soon as my lips pucker 
'Cause I'm a bad mother 

Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy 

Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy 
Set it off Kane, get busy 

I'm a bad man!