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Big Daddy Kane lyrics - It's a Big Daddy Thing

Warm It Up, Kane

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Come, get some, you little bum I take the cake but you can't get a crumb from the poetic, authentic, superior Ultimate - and all that good shit I'm the original, Asiatic, acrobatic There you have it, now get dramatic Creatin drama when I'm on the scene And I pack em in mean, like Bruce Springsteen I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile put on trial a rap pile to exile Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLE And I'm still calm and humble You need another helpin hand to swing on I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey Starsky and Hutch, but they still can't face me And if may make this one thing here clear that's for you not to come near, PERIOD So I ain't buggin or delirious My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is And I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MC that thought he was nice into Minute Rice Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff Cause Cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff And the mic I ravage, not like a savage but in my own way of doin damage As I design the genuine line Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine Warm it up, Kane (16X) .. Take two other men with soul that you probably know Deadly as Scarface, but bright as the Cosby show Don't attack rappers, but make everyone hush They step to me, but can't stop the bumrush I make material, rich and imperial The unique technique I speak is all original You like to sag and drag and gag Same old same old, but Poppa's Got a Brand New Bag So put the mic down boy, you can't work it Due to wack lyrics, it's bout to short circuit So toss the sauce across to the boss, no remorse You lost, with force, of course, a holocaust First I caught ya, then put ya through torture You moved wrong my son, so I taught ya Just like a guardian, that put your body in the mood to groove with the smoove way that I'm partyin Competition may find it spectacular Scheme and fiend to take a bite like Dracula and waste the taste, cause ain't no sugar here So come near if you dare, you BOOGA BEAR You start hallucinatin like Magic The wrath gets tragic, but Kane won't have it Cause you tried to juice me when you're bluffin Slowed the pace, so I had to start rushin So pick a VC date, cause you're history Here comes Kane Scoob Scrap Jay and Mister Cee And this is one thing to us we ain't new to The crew'll cast a spell on the crowd just like voodoo I'm the man you can't hold back and all competition appears to be weak I meant to say wack, a vision of blur Just them thinkin I'm competitin, I say, Huh! Warm it up, Kane (16X) .. Genuine for eighty-nine, you know what I'm sayin As I give a shout out to my man Tony A Tony P, Sally Sal and the whole Libra Digital posse Can't forget my man Yawnski and Smooth the Barber, you know what I'm sayin Also, I gotta say whassup to Born True, B-Boy, and my man big Jay Cee The whole rest of the crew, Scoob Lover my brother Scrap Lover, and DJ Mister Cee Can't forget Supreme, Abu, MelQuan and Shabazz Wally D, and the rest of the brothers and of course my little brother the Little Daddy Shane Manditory end of the story, you know what I'm sayin Peace!


ALEX GOOT "Songs I Wish I Wrote"
Come on come on I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself, "Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?" I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black. My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch. Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero. Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare. First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers. Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other. "It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said. 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead. I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes. Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers. And that's how it's supposed to be. How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is I see no changes. All I see is racist faces. Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races we under. I wonder what it takes to make this one better place... let's erase the wasted. Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right. 'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight. And only time we chill is when we kill each other. It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other. And although it seems heaven sent, we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh. It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact... the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks. But some things will never change. Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game. Now tell me what's a mother to do? Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you. You gotta operate the easy way. "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way. Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid," that's the way it is. That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace? There's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East. Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me. And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do. But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you. Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up. You gotta learn to hold ya own. They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone. But tell the cops they can't touch this. I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this. That's the sound of my tool. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool. And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped and I never get to lay back. 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback. Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same Never be the same That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same Some things will never change

Jazz (We Got The...)

Intro/Chorus We got the jazz [X4] Verse One: Q-Tip Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz The rave of the town to your foes and your friends So push it, along, trails, we blaze Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise The tranquility will make ya unball your fist For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist A brand new twist with the homie-alistic So low-key that ya probably missed it And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd When the guy takes the beat, they bowed So raise up squire, address your attire We have no time to wallow in the mire If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead Join in the essence of the cool-out breed Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk I don't really mind if it's over your head Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer Chorus Verse Two: Phife Dawg Competition, dem Phifer come sideway But competition, dey mus' me come straightway Competition, dem Phifer come sideway But competition, dey mus' come straightway Hows about that, it seems like it's my turn again All through the years my mike has been my best friend I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it? Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it? I'm all into my music cuz it's how I make papes Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes Me sweat another? I do my own thing Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks I sing, and chat, I do all of that It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear Stop look and listen, but please don't stare So jet to the store, and buy the LP On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's Produced and arranged by the four-man crew And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa Cuz where I come from quality is job one And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you Verse Three: Q-Tip Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut Back and forth just like a Cameo song If you dig this joint then please come dance along To the music cuz it's done just for the rhyme Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go Some say that I'm a sinner cuz I once had an orgy And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask What? What? What? - now check it out All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop That includes the Bronx a' Harlem ya don't stop Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop I say because Ladies First ya don't stop And to the JB's, ya don't stop And De La Soul, ya don't stop To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop To my man Large Professor ya don't stop Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop Everybody in the place ya don't stop Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop And last but not least on the sure shot It's the Zulu nation


FABOLOUS "Real Talk"
[Reverend preaching] Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today to listen to a young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous [Fab:] Preach, Brother preach [Rev.:] Fabolous [Fab:] Preach Brother preach [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church [Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh [Verse 1] Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These bitches get a one day rule You gotta fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll.. blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes They should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya Church [Reverend preaching] Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla pimps that take what they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean pimps [Verse 2] I feel like the angel of God All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod It's like I was put here to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair Put pairs in the rear I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners But, I'ma sense of relief And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif But they say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit At the club I get right in So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in God loves me [Reverend preaching] Now just what kind of ho are you? Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie) A domestic ho, or an international ho? A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? [Verse 3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads I'm spittin the gospel I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can I get an Amen [Reverend talking] Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate change (They hate change) And they hate progress They hate me and they hate you They hate they own momma Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit But I'm here to tell ya today That if you a hater Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate So I'ma go up on the corner And buy me a fish sandwich Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back Tha Reverend Charlie Brown And don't you ever forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous Bitch ass motherfuckers [fades out]

Manifest .

GANG STARR "No More Mr. Nice Guy"
I profess and I don't jest cause the words I manifest they will take you sedate you and I will stress upon you the need for you all to feed your mind and soul so you can lead your self to keep I got a real objective here I am effective here cause I select a clear Message to all suckers I maul they fall from Into the pit of purgatory I go for glory I take an inventory Countin all the tough luck ducks while I narrate Relate and equate, dictate and debate My fate is to be, cold makin history I use sincerity, but I'm so very deep Doubts are questions, of all the skeptics I'm kickin clout and, I'll leave you vexed it's just true, there's nothing so-so cause I know Right about to spin it I'm in it admit it I did it to you, cause this is what I'm into So chill while I instill that we all must fulfill the proper mission for us and yo this is a must It's usually lines of my rhymes I ingest These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I suggest you take a breath for the words I manifest they will scold you and mold you, while I impress upon you the fact that, I use my tact at rhymin for climbin, and chill while I attract that girl you're with, I got a sincere quality I give her all of me, cause you're too small to be tryin to riff, so let me uplift and shift my gift Let's go to the fullest capacity I got tenacity, because I have to be The brother who must live and give with much insight Foresight to ignite, excite and delight And you might gain from it, or feel pain from it Because I'm ultimate, and I'm about to let off Knowledge is wisdom, understanding Truth's the proof, so won't you throw a hand in the air, put up a peace sign and be fine If so we're feeling good we should we could we would Stop, think for a moment OK? And then sway while I convey that we must do away with all the stress and the strife, so god bless your life Use kindness, and never blindness And you will find that this perspective is best, check it out These are the words that I manifest, I manifest I convey that what I say will awaken you today After jockin while I'm talkin, but anyway that you put it I give you, lyrics to live to Righteousness rules, so I forgive you this time For you are being very ignorant That's insignificant, I guess you figured and hoped to be, dope as me, ID you flee Because the rest is too much for you I'm your professor, I got the touch to do more than the rest who fess and can't compete I'm elite I'll defeat delete and mistreat Make mincemeat of other fools, cause I'm the brother who'll snatch up the funds and, make lonely ones I meant it really, cause I'm clearly obsessed and I These are the words that I manifest, I manifest

Charms Alarm

Common Sense "Can I Borrow a Dollar?"
A-hem What we have here is a very, serious delicate situation Lots of people out here always ridin the dick, hmmph But check this out I like your style, I like your stride and I like your motivation But the Late Show, we ain't standin for that shit So my man right here he wrote a little song about it Why don't you sing it [Common] Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com Call me Mr. Hollywood -- check it out! Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com Call me Mr. Hollywood On the Goodship, Lollipop POP goes the lolli lolli, for I'm, the Jolly Good Fellow, he-LLO Is anybody there I'm not a step, so don't stare Because I Rock-well I always feel like I always feel like, Somebody's Watchin Me ooh, Somebody's Watchin Me It's gotta be that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit I say say say, Black get off the 'zack, you block my urinal tract I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't know me You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin and you're phony It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride So when you see me homey, just please just step aside Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the Southside where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go outside Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card and nowadays it's all these dick kids, that wanna be hard You're FRAUDULENT, I can tell a pussy by his scent So sorry, but the van got tipped And out is how I'm lookin, I'm lookin out for my people I'm fly like I'm fly like but me don't have no eagle Beat the beater with the juice, how far would you go to You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-WOOH! * sings like En Vogue* You wasn't down from the +Jump+, so why you wanna Kris Kross You no business buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker Get lost, cause youse a sucker .. [Common] We really lucky we got em, you can spot em from a distance, now let's just say FOR INSTANCE you got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by some snake little wench -- is you is, or is you ain't the suck-errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the shit occur Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for your dough She get your money mo money mo money money mo! I couldn't go out like that if it was my first day off of punishment Just call me Kaopectate; in relationships, I'm runnin shit So don't be comin to me with that, We can go out, you pay Cancel that bitch, it's the, Unamerican way This is the circumcision, and skins is gettin cut off Ridin on my shit, just to get they nut off NOT, no cops, just low-downs want a lick If you ain't down with the 'Van, Dyke, get off the Dick Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you tried to play me like I was booty but now you're just a groupie Sweatin me uhh, sweatin me uhh Tellin me when I get big don't be forgettin me uhh But forget you, forgot you, after, I rock you It's Blo Pop time bitch, you better set your clock to the Charms Alarm .. [Common] Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road To get to the other side! Why'd the sucker MC sucker MC cross the road To get to the other side, now check it out I got the pep in my step, the slide in my glide So I won't trip, when I let my backbone slip Some shake it to the East, I'm shakin West, well I'ma shake your mid And I'ma get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib I barbeque the mouths HEY, I barbeque the mouths Cause mom always said - don't play wack in the house! So take that garbage to the backyard And I was like, Everybody wanna wanna rap hard Before you wasn't hardcore, so Sonic why ya flipped How you gonna hop when you ain't hip You found rap, on a two-way street - and lost it on a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo Rico Suave Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the crank Elvis Presley Jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on stage and take off all your clothes; then you -- strike a pose You knows and I knows, that's how you sell your record Because your shit is BUTT, you gotta get NAKED But you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me I said you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me You got no Soul man, and you need to get a Pound Cause you, ain't, ah-really down.. .. with true hip-hop you SUCKERS

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