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