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

-> _It's Hard Being the Kane_



[Big Daddy Kane]

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 wanna 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 wanna know the meanin of hardcore?

Looks Like a Job For..



* cut n scratch "Big Daddy