Big Daddy Kane Lyrics

Album: Long Live The Kane

On the Bugged Tip Lyrics

Verse 1 

Let it roll, get bold, I just can't hold 

Back, or fold cos I'm a man with soul 

In control and effect, so what the heck 

Rock the discotheques and this groove is what's next 

Attack, react, exact, the mack'll move you with 

A strong song, as long as you groove to this 

I keep the crowd loud when you're hype 

Do damage onstage and injure the mic 

As I shoot the gift MC's stand stiff 

While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif 

Feel my blood fist, or my death kiss 

The rap soloist, you don't want none of this 

Supreme in this era, I reign with terror 

When I grab the mic believe you're gonna hear a 

Fascinatin' rhyme as I enchant them 

So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem 

Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro 

I entertain again and Kane'll never have no 

Problem, I can sneeze, sniffle and cough 

E-e-e-even if I stutter Imma still come off 

Cos rappers can't understand the mics I rip 

They sure enough ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped 

But my apparatus is up to status 

Don't ask who's the baddest, of course that is 

The maker, breaker, taker, my rhymes ache the head 

Put it to bed, so watch what is said 

Save the bass for the pipe and rearrange your tone 

Or take a loss and be forced in the danger zone 

Cos I get ill and kill at will 

Teachin' a skill that's real, you're no thrill 

So just stand still and chill as I build 

Science I drill until my rhymes fill 

Your head up...don't even get up 

The teacher is teachin', so just shut up 

Verse 2 

Rappers, take a step back, or you will soon regret that 

You ever had to confront me and you can bet that 

I come correct, perfect, in full effect 

Disconnect, dissect, eject as I wreck shop 

Stand in command with the clan 

Caravan or van, we go man for man and 

Without further ado or any delay 

Mister Cee as we say, call him the DJ 

Mad Money Murf with the triple M 

Smooth the barber keepin' my flat-top trim 

Scoob Lover my brother, Scrap Lover my other 

Dancin' with the crew so allow the boys to smother 

The floor, and endure just for your pleasure 

As the microphone lord proceeds to get raw 

Acrobatic, Asiatic, rap fanatic 

I get dramatic and rhymes start flowin' automatically 

From me, so don't play me, obey me 

When asked "Who's the best?", you better say me 

I'm sendin' sucker MC's headin' north 

And if you still want some...set if off 

For you to cope is just a wish and a hope 

And if you are what you eat they're feedin' me dope 

Cos I'm just about as dope as dope can get 

Ultimate, legit, Kane is a perfect fit 

The king of my kingdom, completin' a cipher 

The lyrics I bring them keeps the crowd hyper 

As I release the masterpiece 

The groove will never cease until Kane says "Peace" 

So, maestro, yo, hit it 

Big Daddy Kane's about to come with it, cos... 

[I can't hold it back...]