Big Daddy Kane Follow

<Here it comes...>

<Documentary sample:

Since the far-off days when man first heard a scratchy noise

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 rhymes抣l flow

So, get up and dance cause Kane said so

If you were lounging around it抯 time to get up

Pardon my expression, but I抦ma 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 it抯 at

But what you抮e saying, you wouldn抰 get a point for that

Cause you抮e 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 you抮e rocking, how many shows you get?

All your vocals go local on the M-I-C

Mines go a great distance, like AT&T

I抦 now new to this, I抦 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

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, I抦 out to collect

Cash money, cause I get raw

<Break>

Everybody get up! (x4)

Kane: boy do I hate a...

I抦 coming! (x5)

Here I am, R-A-W

A terrorist, here to bring trouble to

Phony MC抯, I move on and seize

I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease

Cause I抦 at my apex and others are below

Nothing but a milliliter, I抦 a kilo

Second to none, making MC抯 run

So don抰 try to step to me, cause I ain抰 the one

I relieve rappers just like Tylenol

And they know it, so I don抰 see why you all

Try to front, perpetrating a stunt

When you know that I抣l smoke you up like a blunt

I抦 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.

I抣l 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 crowd抯 majority

The rhymes I use definitely amuse

Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues

I抦 sure to score adored for more without a flaw

Cause I get raw

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Everybody get up! (x5)

With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing

And in my lifetime, believe I抳e never been

Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out

You know, come to think about it, I keep MC抯 looking out

And real nervous when I抦 at your service

Give me that title, boy, you don抰 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 I抦 committed

The entertainer and trainer and Kane抣l get with it

I go and flow and grow to let you know

I damage ya I抦 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, that抯 all she wrote!

The minute that the Kane starts to go on

Believe it抯 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 MC抯 that I抦 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

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Ain抰 it good to you? (x3)

Documentary: here抯 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 MC抯 that be trying to riff

I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic

Make MC抯 panic, they all get frantic

And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive

As I rock but hey, what you expected?

I抣l get raw for you just like a warrior

Rapping like a samurai and I抣l 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 I抦ma preach your funeral

Tell me who in the world

Could ever come with more

I get raw