О, да, моя задача — это проснуться сегодня И понять, как я могу стать лучшей версией себя Для лучшего завтра Hell yeah Так что всем моим братьям — живите достойно Принимайте удары жизни достойно Не лгите сами себе, любите и будьте любимыми Уважайте своё любимое дело Уважайте себя и своих близких Не подпускайте к себе негативных людей That's wassup, my nigga (братишечка,ага) That's wassup Зачем играешь в эти игры, парень? Ты не шутер (зачем?) Рядом сутенёр, на мне шиншиловая шуба (шуба) Keep in silence, все очень тихо, я захожу бесшумно (тшш) Skydiver, но на мне нету парашюта (парашюта) Многим рэперам нужна перезагрузка (ага) У них всех амнезия, поэтому внутри так пусто (эй) Никто не виноват, что ты застрял в своих чувствах (чувства) Нам так хорошо вместе (вместе) и ей так вкусно (вкусно) Я у кнопки пуска, у неё так узко (узко) Все эти рифмоплёты, сука, они моя закуска (yeah) Открой свои глаза, проснись, исполню твой любой каприз Даю всем этим строкам жизнь Здесь только real motherfuckin' G'z (real motherfuckin' G'z) Столько вредных привычек, ими напичкан Ты мне безразличен (оу-да), мой флоу безграничен (yeah-yeah-yeah) Сука, я пластичен, малыхи всё также хнычут (они хнычут) Да, я ритмичен, знай, что папа неприлично техничен (pow-pow-pow-pow-pow) С этих чёртов окраин, я уникален (unique) Они все в печали "Ooh, my God, м-м, как же он валит" (god damn) Кто вы все такие, boys? Нет,вы не с нами (кто вы все такие, boys?) Они бегут, сломя голову, вперёд, не разобрав всех деталей Легавым смерть, pow-pow, fuck 12 Эта работа напрягает, как будто за неё растрел (hell, yeah) (За неё растрел), нам не нужен посредник, повсюду сплетни Говорят, я вредный, нет, я представляю тех, кто идёт, бля, до победы Smooth operator, так много high grade'а Столько дыма, как будто я выдохнул из вейпа Это blunt, туман накрывает зону фейка (ты в зоне фейка) Лучше уйди, сотри с лица весь этот make-up (весь этот make-up)

Uhh! Put your weight on it Uhh, and uh, Prince Paul, bring me on and uh Aiyyo Botch, bring me on and uh Mad Money Murph just bring me on and uh Just bring me on, yo This is a world premier and I'm here A presentation beyond compare So MC's step to the rear as I break through Girls say ooh and then skip to my loo That means dance as I get smooth with Poetic perfection that you can groove with Just like a passenger, hurry and fasten your seatbelt Cause I'm about to start broadcastin The words of wisdom, so turn up the system Loud and clear, I don't want no one to miss one Word to be heard never blurred or slurred The preferred is absurd, all the damage that's occured As I break MC's like a lumberjack Ain't no comin back, you can't get none of that I'm not the type of MC to be merciful So if your name ain't Jermaine take it personal Cause like a vigilante I'm gonna kill off any Sucker MC that tries to withstand me With the mic in my hand I start flowin then All competition flee and start goin in The other direction, run for protection Cause I can burn an MC like an erection You're too small kid, don't get involved with The verbal law for the Nation of Islam Wisdom I speak makes your head nod Showin I got the power, and that's from bein born the God But many doubt my Knowledge of Self But they're just illiterate, so I don't consider it Feedin off poison that's pollutin their mind And that's the reason I don't swine I gotta maintain, accelerate my brain And god damn, it's hard being the Kane Give it to me! C'mon! C'mon! Uhh! Give it to me! Give it here! Give it to me! Yeah. This is the proper way man should use ink But you're at your brink and your rhymes are extinct Just like a dinosaur, but you never find a more Cause mine'll keep sellin on wax like some kind of whore Let me inject this, flow of electric currency For all the party people preferrin me And spectatin like a tourist, cause you never Saw this style of rap kickin like Chuck Norris But this ain't Kung-Fu, no I just brung you A style, that phony MC's were too young to Digest, when I manifest, you adolescent So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson And this one's for your listenin pleasure Somethin for all the bitin MC's to treasure Just like a diary, for you to admire me Before you're put in the Dead Poet's Society Cool as a draft, droppin math in a paragraph I laugh as the wrath break in half, your whole staff But many MC's were able to retreat Runnin like an athlete, but I got bad feet So I don't chase ya, nor do I wait to face ya Nah it ain't in my nature I just rip shop, flip-top, and watch MC's get dropped As I manifest in hip-hop Rhymes I construct are tough like a Tonka truck And just like lightnin they struck Down on all the toy MC's that annoy That's how I build and destroy The poetic printer, rough rhyme inventor With a groove so smooth you can't help but get into So I'm advisin competition to flee Cause I can bake an MC like Chef Boyardee Holdin my own on the microphone Cause I break bones just like sticks and stones So let it rain let it rain as I put em in pain God damn, it's hard bein the Kane! Give it to me! Get up! Come on! Uhh! Give it to me! Come on! Give it to me! Yeahhh Put in a pause, because here's the holocaust Above all laws, in effect and all yours Cause I came to blaze a taste of bass of grace A replace, erase the waste without a trace My vocabulary will just have you very Dazed and amazed so I fear no adversary -- That means competition They can't even touch this, even with ammunition Break out the gauge and go into an outrage And I'ma still blow up the stage Cause this is a death threat, but don't let your sweat get In the way of your vision don't be missin when I get set To go on a rampage, start a one man rage Total destruction as I rip up the damn stage And leave it in ruins from the damage that I'm doin To prepare the atmosphere, as I put you in The mood for the Smooth Operator to start this flow And so. I crushed and crushed and stomped the comp that tried To get fly and face the ace I put em in place Proceed em, retreat em, defeat em, delete em, and feed em, and eat em And all the rest of that good stuff, cause I don't need em Only one survivor can remain And god damn, it's got to be the Kane! Get up! Give it to me! Give it here! C'mon! C'mon! Give it to me! Uhh! Put your weight on it

Ahh yeah We gon' pump this up one time As we set it off a little like this, kick it! Pump it up now (it's a Big Daddy thing) As we send this out to New York City Can't forget the posse down in Philly Also in Detroit (it's a Big Daddy thing) Chicago, Atlanta GA Sendin this out to Miami (it's a Big Daddy thing) Tampa, can't forget Virginia and North Carolina L.A. and Oakland (it's a Big Daddy thing) And the rest of the world as we go a little somethin like this (It's a Big Daddy thing) Let it rain let it rain to be put it pain With nothin to gain under the wrath of Kane Cause you can't maintain, I drained every brain To leave a stain plain to remain in my lane Or path or road, until the next one be sewed That the B-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y explode Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm Or be funky like a underarm And allow, me to show how, the microphone should flow Now, competition bow, to me like a Buddha The teacher, the tutor They come a dime a dozen but the Kane look cuter And I ain't about that slouchin or crabbin So save it -- cause that's one thing I ain't havin Because the purpose I serve is to please ya Rhymes will ease ya, like Milk of Magnesia So bust a pimp without a limp And I crush any wimp that would try to attempt to umm Get loose I put a boost and used to chill The comp to Kane, I picked Beetlejuice "Big Daddy thing" I'm just that ruthless, to leave ya toothless Cause you're useless, makin up excuses excuses So never touch tap tangle or tamper A fearless fly foe'll get slapped with a Pamper Cause I can dig in your face like root canal But I'ma chill, won't even dispute you now Actin wild just ain't my style Cause only the live will be movin the crowd but see Quiet as kept, not like a starter you But I can roast an MC like a barbecue In the Dead Zone, you shouldn't have left home Steppin to the man, now get the head flown I bring the terror, horror, there's no tomorrow Child you shouldn't even bother To press up, and get broken like a Lee nail So let me school ya plus scoop your female Just like a jiggalo but I'm much bigger though I'm like a hitman, pullin the trigger slow And smooth to the groove with lyrics that sooth And improve with every move, that's why you've Been enhanced by the mentally divine So play football, and let's go the nine Shorts I take none, cause I ain't the one In eighty-nine there's damage bein done And for you to diss me, will be very risky Cause I make this be, as strong as whiskey To break and make my foes dispose in force So y'all can see how me the Kane will just reign Superior, cause I ain't even hearin ya Save the yang, cause it's a Big Daddy thang "Big Daddy thing" (4X, then cut and scratched to end) And this one here goes out to my man Mad Money Murph Can't forget Big Sha, Big Therm And also I got to say whassup to my man Horace Got Nice and Smooth in the place to be Mack Daddy Nick, know what I'm sayin? Can't forget my man Ant Live And of course the one and only Prince Paul, peace!

"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!" -> Chuck D "We gonna do a song, that you heard before." [Kane] Here I am, R-A-W A terrorist, here to bring trouble to Phony MC's, I move on and seize I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease Cause I'm at my apex and others are below Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo Second to none, making MC's run So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol And they know it, so I don't see why you all Try to front, perpetratin a stunt When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt I'm 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'll 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's majority The rhymes I use definitely amuse Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw Cause I get RAW! "R-A-W" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X) [Kane] Attact, 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 hyped Do damage on stage 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 blunt 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 Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped But my apparatus is up to status Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head Put it to bed, so watch what's said Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone I get ill and kill at will Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill Just stand still and chill as I build Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up! "R-A-W" -- don't even get up Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW! "Help me!" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee) [Kane] The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach The blind to find their way from A to Z And be the most and boast the loudest rap Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE) The heat is on, so feel the fire Come off the empire, all the more higher Level of depth, one step beyond dope The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE Cause I never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let em speed around the board like an astro Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So let the volume increase, never to cease I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed Code red cause the rhymes is bein said By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry No hints or clues, you all know it's me I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound Profound it's bound to go down, UHH A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout My comp should just drop out Cause none of them can see me I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe I get RAW!

[Big Daddy Kane] Mmm. ohh yeah Mmm, mmm, mmm, ohh yeah Allow me to introduce myself As the Big Daddy Kane A smooth lover from around the way That's bound to drive any bitch insane [Dolemite (Rudy Raw Moore)] Well Dolemite is my name And rappin and tappin is my game [Kane] Oh yeah? Well me tell you somethin Mr. Dolemite The shit you talkin years ago, I could see But it's the 90's now and rap is all about me [Dolemite] Listen. when it comes down to rappin I was THROUGH with it before you learned what to do with it I'm the KING so I'm stakin my claim In the rappin game Y'know? For all players, I am the speaker I'm also known as the hot pussy seeker When it comes down to ridin up and down in some pussy I make it weaker Also it gets a little deeper I was walkin down Broadway the other day An old old lady came my way She said, "I'll be glad when you 'come 18 I'm gonna give you a funkin like you ain't never seen!" I said, "LADY! Why wait for so much time to pass? I've been WANTIN to tear up yo' old gray ass" So I pulled out my dick It was so shiny it looked like it was painted The hoe took one look and damn near fainted I stuck it in the bitch and the bitch began to shout That, "Oh Mr. Dolemite, take that motherfucker OUT!" [Kane] Well you ain't sayin nothin slick to a can of oil I walked barefoot from New York to Dallas Won for Pimp of the Year at the Caesar's Palace Made a big snowstorm on the 4th of July And drunk the waters in the Atlantic Ocean til that shit was dry I was makin money before Washington was put on a bill And I kicked Jack's ass and took his hoe Jill I'm the one who broke the bull's back And made people say FUCK McDonald's and call ME the Big Mac [Dolemite] Why you long lanky motherfucker You ain't nothin but a sucker! I was born in a barrel of butcher knives Shot in the ass with two Colt .45's I've been slapped by a bear and bit by an eel I chew up railroad iron, and shit out steel! I jumped in the ocean and swallowed a whale Handcuff lightning and throw THUNDER's ass in jail [Kane] Why you ignorant decrepit motherfucker Let me tell you somethin I'm the one that put the M in mackin Because when you did it you was only actin I made pimpin a full time job So bitches wouldn't have to go out and rob I made the streets of New York hot as a SAUNA And hung a Home Sweet Hoe sign on every corner Yes I'm the player of all players and the mack of all macks Give a headache to Excedrin and knock the SHIT out of Ex-Lax [Dolemite] Why you insecure no business barn junkyard Rat soup eatin motherfucker! It was in the early 1960's when I originated my pimpin game I was callin whores jives ass bitches And pimps - sucker ass lame KANE, before you can take my reign You gotta cook me a chicken and a half a day Walk from New York to Los Angeles and throw the bones away You gotta be BORN BLIND and cannot see Yo' bitches have the POCKS in the ass so bad they can't even pee Ride a bald eagle a million feet in the AIR And get out and do the runnin man while you up there Have the Mumps and the Asiastic Flu And the Crabs around yo' ass start singin the Yankee Doodle Doo! [Kane] Aww fuckit I give up

The kiss of death on a rap pick Then you get a slap quick, so guard it with chapstick In other words, protect and hold your own It only takes one punch to get head flown Fists of fury, suckers get buried Cause the kane got more spice than curry I am the flavor down on paper And nothing could save ya, from catchin the vapors Rhymes that'll sting your face like a quick jab And I'm rubbin em in just like vicks say i'm Captivatin, dominatin, innovatin, illustratin, fascinatin Motivatin, elevatin, terminatin, mutilatin Rhymes they're worth their weight in Gold, bold, never sold to a bidder That claim to glitter, you're so bitter like kitty litter As for damage, don't tell me what another do Cause I quote that I'm r-a-w So make room, cause fighters are doomed Try to consume, and make your own tune A grave from a casket, a tisket a tasket You're rhymes out of basket, boy you get your ass kicked For frontin like you hittin hard When your arms are too short, to box with god So don't even touch cause I come with too much Address and bless any mic that I clutch And for a rapper to challenge my freestyle He must be senile, and that's why meanwhile Back at the ranch... There goes the asiatic chosen one that's expandin with a new branch So many slept on the nonchalant act Now wake up sucker this is mortal combat "You say daddy I don't want none..." --> kool moe dee (Repeat 4x) I seize and freeze mc's with these degrees Put me to my knees, or at ease, chillllld please I break it down, to bring on the next act Rappers are so full of shit, they need ex-lax So stop griffin, your mind is driftin Prepare yourself cause I get swift and Captivate the crowd but you can't understand At times I gotta say to myself, "god damn!" As I get hot, and still be gettin warmer And I don't have beef with no other performer Keep to myself never bother another But if a rapper tries to diss I crush the motherfucker! Frontin mc's that be tryin to rip Need to save it, and don't even play with Me when I react like a volcano eruptin I step to you and say, "now what's up? " then Every word'll be just like surgery Cuttin you open so rush to emergency Or even bow to your knees and below Or get played like a game of nintendo J-o-k-e-s ain't my style I ain't a child that's why I don't smile I combine a line designed to find behind the mind So devine the other rappers resign As I go on, from night to morn Beginning to end, from knowledge, to born Whenever rappers are lookin for static Looks like a job for king asiatic An-y, send-me, competitors Then again, it might just be better to Just slow down you don't wanna throwdown I get busy, get you dizzy like a merry-go-round Feel the wrath of a big daddy duel rhyme And competition, prepare for wartime Be alert for where I drop the bomb at As I destroy you with mortal combat "You say daddy I don't want none..." --> kool moe dee (Repeat 4x) I roll so bold with soul control the whole patrol Of folders molders towin black gold So let it be said, let it be read Cause I lead ahead, of others who rhymes are old as pro-keds Tryin to diss the big daddy repetoire Moi? You steady screamin out a antique segment wrote As I just play em like a pregant roach and stomp em For tryin the forbidden Your rhymes ain't hittin, boy you won't be gettin None of, or in front of, cause every one of My adversaries, lack, you little son of O-bit-uary column, and read your name If you ever try to step to the big daddy kane So any claimin or aimin to be champion Against me? psssh, can't be one I rank supreme and it's a rapper's dream To scheme and fiend for my technique but redeem Cause there's only room for one teacher Wise words from a wise man'll reach ya I teach freedom, justice, and equality Peace to the brothers and sisters and follow me Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours Slaves, from mental death in power That's the reason before I drop this bomb I say peace to the nation of islam ("make you say" (6x) "daddy I don't want none...") --> kool moe dee ("make you say, say, da-daddy I don't want none...") ("make, ma-ma-make, make you say daddy I don't want none...") ("make you say" (6x) "daddy I don't want none...")