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Big Daddy Kane

"This is a world premier and I'm here.." 

Nobody move, nobody get hurt 
And I won't have to do no-body work 
The minute I come on stage and take position 
A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh 
I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it 
Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it 
People'll start singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it 
To show and to prove to the people 
The man that really is the king in it 
'Cause I take the cake like Hostess 
No, not the one you want to play high post with 
Warm it up Kane, warm as a snorkel 
Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful 
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet 
The flavor to jam and slam the land 
I flip the script like nobody can 
It's like they lack the crowd to get live 
And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic 
They're frank with force, cause you know, Kane comes off 
See me and the mic go together like neighbors 
And if that's too fast, here's a slower flavor 
You see.. I.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand.. 
No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can 
Rip the microphone to shreds 
Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin 
For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me 
You shouldn't address me cause you can't impress me 
So don't test me, boy, I say you better move over 
Yeah, yeah, huh 

Many people tried to say I fell off 
He went R&B, now his rap is all soft 
But if you say that on stage, I'll prove you wrong 
And wax that ass, rappin off a love song 
'Cause with the street in all battles I'm still hard 
Like a mallet, servin competition like salad 
I'm gonna give you some damn good advice G 
Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea 
'Cause now you're comin in the danger zone 
There no man, can withstand, or hold his own 
I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise 
Even if you put a condom on the mic that I use 
That won't protect ya, I still can effect ya 
'Cause I flip the script, like a movie director 
I'm makin the non-believers believe what I'm dishin up 
And people that's still fans, will be air conditioners 
Why golly gee, I'm the hypest 
The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous 
In other words, by knowledge and degrees 
You gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze 
A black man, you know I got, SOUL 
For rockin the track and sparkin the mic that I hold 
Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies 
I didn't forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound* 

A lot of rappers today, know how to flow 
Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro 
But if I ask for the mic at your show 
Aiyyo, I think you better let it go! 
'Cause I go in a rage on stage 
The rap it never stops til I get my props 
And if you don't know my style, well look here my friend 
You saw _Faces of Death_? Hehe yeah yeah aight then 
I'm tryin to tell my competition the scoop 
That I'm breakin down, any soloist or group 
And even though, some of them try to play souped 
When I come on stage, they spread they wings like Troop 
And fly away, cause I don't play 
I slay, okay, okay? 
The king of combat, my competition scat 
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll that 
The one they like to follow, bite and borrow 
Lock into my style, just like a Rottweiler 
So you want to know the meanin of hardcore? 
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