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Big Daddy Kane lyrics - Daddy's Home

Don't Do It To Yourself

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{Big Scoob:} Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Kane, drop it like it's hot Yo, pick up the microphone and gimme what you got {Big Daddy Kane:} Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Scoob, drop it like it's hot Pick up your microphone, it's time to rock the spot (x2) (Oh my god, tell me, is it really him The legendary lyricist makin matters grim) Because when I start to flow the results are so deadly Rappers start shakin like the legs on Elvis Presley Sayin (It's him, the great) that's how I intimidate But I just came to get my shit off, so I give them a break And pickin up the microphone after I left Is like givin mouth-to-mouth to a corpse, a waste of breath In other words, I don't leave no remains for you (Forget the men, that's the evil that Kane'll do) I bring it raw, gee, too hardcore, gee The only way you could fuck with me is in a orgy The magnificient, none can come swifter than Cool as , but my skin color is different We got the milk and honey My rhymes are just like Abraham Lincoln's face (on the money) Makin me freshest on the land, but let's not forget That if I rapped under water they'd be Aquafresh The best, oh yes, I guess... (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait - You said that shit in '88) Oh, I originate and create the great to dictate And regulate chumps and set em straight I get my point across because the boss is truly yours The source to the force, so put it on pause The one that assures applause, never took a loss Stronger than some Olde E quarts to a can of Coors In other words it's hazardous to your health So don't do it to yourself [Chorus:] Don't do it to yourself, don't do it Yo, you better not do it, you better not (x2) (Stop right there, you better freeze, cease Don't make me put my Timberland boot to your grill piece Big Scoob from Brooklyn comin through, don't start me Don't make me turn your jam into a tec-9 party) Hey yo, what in the world would ever possess you To think that you could touch me Or even try to come above me Or even think that you could flow this lovely Nobody, and I mean nobody on this whole planet can stand it I rip it apart, and flip up the art cause I'm the best, damn it I crush rappers for the hell of it, defeat, I never tell of it So anything else you heard is irrelevant (You're not on the level) man, you're not even close to me (Step to the Kane) and get bagged just like grocery So spare yourself the misfortune and proceed with caution Cause I don't just burn rappers, I torch em With a skilled-out style that's mad diesel And I got hemorrhoids from shittin on so many people I crush those who oppose with blows to your nose When it comes to my crew (that's the way love goes) The Chocolate City for Black Cesar Incorporated (And all of the soft get faded) So before you step to me use your head And you better think about it more than Special Ed Cause trust me, kid, it ain't like goin against anyone else I'm tellin you, don't do it to yourself [Chorus]

I Will Wait

HOOTIE & THE BLOWFISH "Musical Chairs"
Aboard his ship he stops to stare Needs to smell her, touch her hair Say's 'I can't be without her' Tonight he's going to be without her 'It's late now', she say's Makes her mind up goes to bed Another night alone without him Another night alone in Charleston When I wake to find the solace of All that we've become I can't wait to make the promises I've been leery of I'll be there waiting for you In the morning when times have changed I'll be there through the lies and all Standing like your soldiers You hold your secrets Through the days when I need to be alone I will wait for you Through the lies and all She was left behind so they could stay God to feel him this she prays It would make her feel so much better I want to feel so much better

Swimming With Sharks

Yeah! Yo, you know we had to come from overseas on this one It's Hoodie Allen On this beat beat-down Say what up to VV Brown Y'all let's get loud R.J. drop it Yeah, I gotta shorten up my words cause I speak fast Girls got me caught up like a recap She's always high scorin', nobody can beat that But talk's cheap, so consider this my free rap A free app, but nothing is free really There's a shark in the water, I'm ready to free Willy Why so serious? Better we be silly 'Less she turn a cold shoulder, I'm ready to be chilly Damn, let's work it out girl, this is gym class Let me tell you 'bout the game like Jim Nantz Cuz there's a whole lotta fishes that I swim past But I can't wait to drop, Slim Fast Thin glass between us I did my best to break I was so convinced that I let the rest debate I known a lot of girls, always said it best to wait I never been a Snoop, dog, don't investigate [Hook:] [VV Brown:] When I'm in doubt I open my mouth And words come out Words come out like [Hoodie Allen:] We good, we get it We love where we headed So we live to regret it We don't ever care, we We don't ever care We met in Vegas, so that explains it, I rolled the dice Saw the writings on the wall like I'm notified We sayin' no to fights, always acting so polite But now you're cursin' me out, okay, that's poltergeist Okay, it's no surprise, name change, pronto Just cuz I'm a rapper that don't mean I'm in Toronto '96 Honda with a drive like Rondo If I'm racin' for your heart I'll never tie like kwon-do Yeah, you get Mad Men, so that's advertised But who's the illest, 'that's me," like Amanda Bynes So if you gold diggin', don't worry I handle mines I let you paint the picture vivid you've been vandalized Cuz I'm a male, I'm a man, I be Karl Malone I done some good deeds, I'm leavin' the karma 'lone So if you would, please, don't leave this bar alone We got far to go but we never far from home Oh [Hook]

My Cutless

Lil Wyte "Phinally Phamous"
2 door cut with flippy flop on the paint looking like a bag of skittles that will make you wan't to faint eyes cocked ass drop when pulled up on the set people scard to touch my car like they might fall in and get wet I can't keep my whip in sun for so long cause it might melt like a pack of starburst on a summer day sitting on the shelf I got to get her out get her high take her out for a ride hopefully tonight I won't commit vehicular homicide my cutless is clean as a fuckin whistle Paul, and Juicy both told me I better pack pistols pistols plural for the one's of those who do not know I gon let these bitches rip the bay and try to take my hoe [Chorus - 2X] 2 door cut with flip the flop like (ridin down the street smokin weed getting high) 2 door cut with flip the flop like (woooooooooooo man that fool clean) cheech and chong up in smoke and dice on mirria 2007 cadalac space age interior 4 Pioners 4 8's across the back dash 4 12's when I come thru I'm gon break glass and thats just the beginning I ain't got into the engine fuck a wood grain stearin wheel I'm gripin white pearl pimpin It's on italian leather just as icey as my soljas pushin on the white pearl gas pedal belive I told ya and ain't doja on me when I ride make me a blunt aint tryin to be nobodys police when I creep the cut they got enough on me already they don't need my car If they won't me so bad they can find me standin in my yard [Chorus - 2X] It's time to talk about the muscle in this perfect creation brand new chevy blocked and a chromed out edelbrock opperation a set of double hard heads shift kit and a cam flow out with a pair of dogs hanging out the ass brain gon and my hair blowin doin a buck 4 wow hoe if you in the road better move yo ass out the path fast before yo ass have to feel 20 inch spinner and 22 hundred pounds of steel I'm a good driver but can get reckless on purple leana pedal to the metal might hit ya and never even seen ya take my word I put 15 G's into these souls I'm gon flick this bitch and figurer out how to drop off 20 more [Chorus - 4X]

It Gets No Rougher

LL COOL J "Walking With The Panther"
[Intro: LL Cool J] Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style The a the b the c the d the e the f the g the h the i the j the k the l the m the n the o the p the q the r the s the t the u the v w, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me [LL Cool J] Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time and move on, you better get another vick to work with - or quit Cause I'm on some ol' L shit Capable of murder but I never committed Takin' no shorts so you better forget it Tracklin' the world on my tone deafen station, taught her Supercalifalistic emcee excutioner Wicked witch, diggin' your ditch givin' ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a bitch Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid Louder than a siren, I'm not retirin' Despirin', admirin' the way I'm gettin' fly and I sees ecleptoes and I resent those brothers who slept on, when they shoulda kept on Rollin' with rush it don't get no rougher I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer, suffer I was holdin' back the man superior, right You wanna take my title, yo, you'll be aight You stand below the plateau I stand on You want my faction to put the man on I Shake'n'Bake and break the laws of gravity And if you chew on, you'll get a cavity Cause I'ma giant, and you're a pee-wee And all that LL shit, you can't see me You're cheap and weak, incomplete and off-peak ER-ERM!! Cause it gets no rougher It gets no rougher Yo man, you know how to take the order a-b-c emcee's youknowhatI'msayin' Yo, cuttin' ain't no joke, yo L, release the juice on 'em [LL Cool J] I release the juice smack dab in your face Do damage, I'm pickin' up the pace My mics' like a torch when I'm walkin' at nighttime straight to the dome, it's like a pipe-line High speed, stronger than Thai-Weed And before you pick up the mic to get fly You need all the dope khaki's that you can feature So I can serve you, you know the procedure Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize Your whole posse gettin' paralysed I don't wanna hear no alibi's, don't apologize ER-ERM-ERM, I 'll put the highs' in your EYES!! The bass in your face, like you ditch the attorney, I'm on the case With rhymes that'll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down The competition is booty get the picture now Skip the record, my road, to get me-a-go I'm figurin' yo, nigga you know I won't allow, not now, no way, no how any form of disrespect, you better bow Time gets rough to swamp I do it pump in between my jaws adversaries got chomped The cordless mic is my only utensil Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em like a pencil Cause I'm massive, and you're a small fry You're all in, a stunt, a fall-guy Outta order I smolder blacks to make you SUFFER!! Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher Shut up, the alley cats' got attention to get and drop these L dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin', youknowI'msayin' Tell 'em [LL Cool J] Let me ask you ask a question... You could take the game of rap and rule it alone Demonstrate many styles on the microphone Build an empire like an African King I had to show Apu Jack the Ripper could swing I'ma rappers nightmare, I crush my opponents There's only one title - I own it Emcee's flip-flop, I bust out the workshop They try to eve'sdrop, goin' to make rock Aerodynamically, it's all automatically the way I jiggly full of originality Shay-shop 'em and stop 'em like a cheetah and an antelope Then I cut 'em like a cantalope - on the table they ain't able, I'm a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it stable Crack your back bone, harder than grimstone Doin' your justice overseein' like a chaporone Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit sewn up like a sewin' machine Eat a rapper like a sandwich, leave 'em in a bandit Crack the stage and leave the audience damaged [Interlude: LL Cool J] Yeah, get funky on that cut, get funky on it (Yo, L, them lyrics is dope man youknowI'msayin' you better raw sick for years..) this how we do it dogg (...Pump that good man, let's cut us some real, real somethin') Yo, bust this [LL Cool J] I'm kinda like a soldier, see I told ya When I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya captive, a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll track it L'll speak a cell a sneak as your backs' gettin' weaker I freak the beat and get shieker Rule over King, you're too over-eager You're tryin' to make a move for I'ma prove you're ridiculious I think he was jealous and in the mood for an ass-kickin' When you mess with, the man with the plan mic in his hand and a fresh skit R-O-U-G-H-E-R, ROUGHER!! So here we are Face to face, mic to mic, man to man While your battle ship is sinkin' in quicksand Strappin' to the bottom like a two-ton anchor And break, pull the rope, point blank, I'm a sniper Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack My DJ Cut-Creator scratch a record like a cat E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep Shh... smoke the mic like a cigarette Every puff is rough I pull, kill a bull One toke, your crews' a joke I run through rappers like runnin' through rubber holes is Nigga, I'm comin' up roses Step back - I got the title - bear-witness to a dope recital I've killed many men my friend and I'ma do it again and again and again Cause it gets no rougher [Outro: LL Cool J] YouknowI'msayin' I'm rulin' this game It don't get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J

Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie

BOB DYLAN "Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3: Rare Unreleased, 1961-1991"
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you sometimes say 'I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born' And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down 'Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good 'Cause you look an' you start getting the chills 'Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache_ And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny Who breathe and burp and bend and crack And before you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but this time behind yer back My friend The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of money and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', 'Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL' No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's only my opinion I may be right or wrong You'll find them both In the Grand Canyon At sundown

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