Текст песни Big Daddy Kane - Looks Like a Job For...
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"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" *