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"This is a world premier and I`m here.." -> _It`s Hard Being the Kane_ [Big Daddy Kane] Nobody move, nobody get hurt And I won`t have to do no-body work The minute I come on stage and take position A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it Soon as I start flingin it, girls`ll start clingin it People`ll start singin it, noise oh I`m bringin it To show and to prove to the people the man that really is the king in it Cause I take the cake like Hostess No, not the one you wanna play high post with Warm it up Kane, warm as a snorkel Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet the flavor to jam and slam the land I flip the script like nobody can It`s like they lack the crowd to get live and raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic They`re frank with force, cause you know, Kane comes off See me and the mic go together like neighbors And if that`s too fast, here`s a slower flavor You see.. I.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand.. No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can rip the microphone to shreds Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me You shouldn`t address me cause you can`t impress me So don`t test me, boy, I say you better move over Yeah, yeah, huh Many people tried to say I fell off He went R&B, now his rap is all soft But if you say that on stage, I`ll prove you wrong And wax that ass, rappin off a love song Cause with the street in all battles I`m still hard like a mallet, servin competition like salad I`m gonna give you some damn good advice G Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea Cause now you`re comin in the danger zone There no man, can withstand, or hold his own I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise even if you put a condom on the mic that I use That won`t protect ya, I still can effect ya Cause I flip the script, like a movie director I`m makin the non-believers believe what I`m dishin up And people that`s still fans, will be air conditioners Why golly gee, I`m the hypest The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I`m righteous In other words, by knowledge and degrees you gotta say God bless, and I don`t mean when I sneeze A black man, you know I got, SOUL for rockin the track and sparkin the mic that I hold Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies I didn`t forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound* A lot of rappers today, know how to flow Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro But if I ask for the mic at your show Aiyyo, I think you better let it go! Cause I go in a rage on stage The rap it never stops til I get my props And if you don`t know my style, well look here my friend You saw _Faces of Death_? Hehe yeah yeah aight then I`m tryin to tell my competition the scoop That I`m breakin down, any soloist or group And even though, some of them try to play souped When I come on stage, they spread they wings like Troop And fly away, cause I don`t play I slay, okay, okay? The king of combat, my competition scat Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I`m alllll that The one they like to follow, bite and borrow Lock into my style, just like a Rottweiler So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore? Looks Like a Job For.. * cut n scratch "Big Daddy" *