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