Текст песни Big Daddy Kane (and the whole crew) - Down the Line
Big Daddy Kane (and the whole crew) - Down the Line слова песни
[Kane]Okay, okay, okay, okayAttention to the whole crewScoob Lover, Scrap Lover, I don`t need your dancinMister Cee I don`t need you on the turntablesAnt Live I don`t need you collectin the doughAnd Little Daddy since you my brotherget yo` ass on in hereCause we gettin ready to take things down the lineHere we go one timePrepare yourself for MC terrorAnd don`t make the error of tryin to come near arapper so smooth and swift with the gift of gabto grab the mic, cause I`m sorta likeVincent Price, but you never been so niceSo back up off me, I`m seperatin men from miceKickin ass in every committee, city to cityUntil both shoes are cityThe regulator innovator dominator creator of dataPlus an imitator assassinatorLyrics don`t display a too don sweetHard as concrete, and always on beatSteppin to this, you`re not allowedYou keep frontin on the stage like you`re rockin the crowdSnatchin the microphone real proudBut your rhymes are so booty you should write em on White CloudSo next up down the line, Scrap Lover[Scrap Lover]Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone`s mineBut I prefer peace, so the road`ll get rough whena toy MC, gets the heart to pull a bluff andthere`s no laughter, cause the one that I`m afteris smashed, for that reason you have tomake sure each and every lyric is harmlessCause if not, you won`t be able to calm thisBrother from Brooklyn, made to fit a grooveAnd prepared for the unexpected, to make a moveSo put up your girl, and let`s see who`s in trouble troopAnd if you got a sister, then make it a double scoopThe capital S the C, the R-A-Pstands for me, cause I`m theonly MC with an original rap styleYou disagree, you get put on the Scrap pileSo stay off the set, with George and Jet-sonYou never seen a dancer who rapped well you met oneNow spin the Wheel of Fortunes or be wise and stay backCo-host my show, like Pat and don`t Sa-jak shitor get ate like oats and barleySave your Sweat for Keith, and the Beef for CharlieSo next up, goin down the line, Scoob Lover[Scoob Lover]Yo, the microphone`s mineIt`s the S y`all, to the C y`all, double-O B y`allWell god damn it`s me y`allJump back, kiss myself, I`m so flySip a brew or two, cause yo, I don`t get highI might wave hi.... at a pretty young girl that walk byBut yo, you all that, you can`t stop?A-with the weave in your head like a mop?You must know karate, cause your face look choppedNow back to the subject of the matterI eat a lot of food, but I won`t get fatterLet me see I`m slim, my hair is well trimmedAnd when I`m low-key I throw on a brimBut I`m not conceited, when hangin out I need itFor when trouble comes then I never have to meet itI`m intellectually spoken, I`m not jokinWhat are you, smokin?You be hopin wishin and prayinto be like Scoob but what are you sayin?Well it takes style, charisma, classFuck up on the Lover, and I bust your assSo next up, movin down the lineMister Cee[Mister Cee]Yo, the microphone`s mineMission, to make DJ`s feel the wrathSo here`s a paragraph, written on behalfof the ruler, dictator, DJ ambassadorMakin a massacre, you couldn`t last through around of combat, where my left arm`s atMy mouth with the mic in my hand, when I attackI shake and bake or fake a snakeTake em and make em ache and flake, I break like an earthquakeWhen I erupt, MC`s I corrupt, to be bluntI`ma tear shit upSo next up goin down the lineThe Little Daddy Shane[Little Daddy Shane]The mic is all mineMC`s crawl by when they see this tall guySix foot three huh, nobody`s small fryThe Little D-A double-D YThe S-H-A-N-E, yes it`s meYou better believe there`s no comp and I`m certainSo if you try to battle me, then it`s cur-tainsI`m no joke, the wrong one to provokeOne false move and KERRRRRR-ROAK!So take it easy and slide on greasyCause I`m more rougher than hair when it`s peasyI`m more rougher than steak when it`s rawSo keep that in mind, mon cherie amoreCause I`m a lover you find quite youngAnd Brooklyn New York, is where I`m fromSo keep it on and you don`t quitThat supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshitSo next up down the line, Ant Live[Ant Live]Yo, the microphone`s mineYeah I took it, I ain`t gonna give it backAnd it`s a fact that I can swing, I`m not a new jackGot the mic in a chokehold, you won`t hear a peepThen I put it to sleepI see a lot of brothers got raisins in the placeNot Al Pacino, I don`t need a ScarfaceBut I know, if some shit goes downI`ll turn the whole New York into BucktownA `Face ain`t real Scar`red, cause I real hardAnd I ain`t no bullshit bodyguardWalk the streets to New York and stay aliveAll I need is my loaded four-fiveAnd sweet and deadly like a killer beehiveAnd I can stalk in Fort Greene park and survive..And my name is Ant Live[Big Daddy Kane]Now that`s what I`m talkin boutThat`s EXACTLY what I`m talkin boutPut your weight on it fellasAnyway you can get back to work nowGet back to your god damn jobsAnd we outta here, love peace and hairgrease