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Big Daddy Kane Long Live The Kane Raw On a cylindrical drum accompanied by staccato human tones, It has been his aim to add breadth and depth, to give realism, And spaciousness, and, even where it applies, to convey actual movement> Intro: i start to go, my rhymesll flow So, get up and dance cause kane said so If you were lounging around its time to get up Pardon my expression, but imma tear shit up I appear right here, and scare and dare, a mere musketeer That would dare to compare, i do declare Getting busy is where its at But what youre saying, you wouldnt get a point for that Cause youre a featherweight, and your rhymes you carry light But i drop bass just like barry white So how could you think that you pose a threat? You say youre rocking, how many shows you get? All your vocals go local on the m-i-c Mines go a great distance, like at&t Im now new to this, im true to this, nothing you can do to this Fuck around with kane and come out black and blue for this So, yo, go for what you know Attempt to debate so i can humiliate We can go rhyme for rhyme, word for word, verse for verse Get you a nurse, too late, get you a hearse To take you to your burial ground Because the big daddy kane always throws down Correct, i get respect, im out to collect Cash money, cause i get raw Everybody get up! (x4) Kane: boy do i hate a... Im coming! (x5) Here i am, r-a-w A terrorist, here to bring trouble to Phony mcs, i move on and seize I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease Cause im at my apex and others are below Nothing but a milliliter, im a kilo Second to none, making mcs run So dont try to step to me, cause i aint the one I relieve rappers just like tylenol And they know it, so i dont see why you all Try to front, perpetrating a stunt When you know that ill smoke you up like a blunt Im genuine like gucci, raw like sushi To stage a rage is what rap did to me To make me want to create chaos and mayhem Cold rock a party until the a.m. Ill make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle While you stand dazed and amazed, i bust a Little rhyme with authority, superiority And captivate the whole crowds majority The rhymes i use definitely amuse Better than dynasty, or hill street blues Im sure to score adored for more without a flaw Cause i get raw Everybody get up! (x5) With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing And in my lifetime, believe ive never been Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out You know, come to think about it, i keep mcs looking out And real nervous when im at your service Give me that title, boy, you dont deserve this I work like a slave to become a master And when i say a rhyme, you that it has to Be perfectly fitted, cause im committed The entertainer and trainer and kanell get with it I go and flow and grow to let you know I damage ya im not an amateur but a pro- Fessional a questional without doubt superb So full of action, my name should be a verb My voice will float on every note When i clear my throat, thats all she wrote! The minute that the kane starts to go on Believe its gonna be smooth sailing so on As i put other rappers out of their misery Get them in a battle and make them all history Ruling and schooling mcs that im dueling Watch them all take a fall as i sit back cooling On my throne, with a bronze microphone Hmm, god bless the child that can hold his own Cause i get raw Aint it good to you? (x3) Documentary: heres an experiment to begin with... Twenty-four sev chilling, killing like a villain The meaning of raw is ready and willing To do whatever is clever, take a loss, never And the rhymes i bust, coming off is a must And i come off hard with rhymes that are odd I rip the microphone and leave it scarred Never smoking or hitting or taking a sniff Only crushing mcs that be trying to riff I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic Make mcs panic, they all get frantic And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive As i rock but hey, what you expected? Ill get raw for you just like a warrior Rapping like a samurai and ill be damned if i Ever let a fisher-price mc hang Their rhymes are toy, nothing but yin-yang So if we battle on the microphone Bring your own casket and tombstone And imma preach your funeral Tell me who in the world Could ever come with more I get raw |
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