Don't Do it to Yourself

{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, G, too hardcore, G The only way you could fuck with me is in a orgy The magnificient, none can come swifter than Cool as the Fonz, 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 [Hook:] 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 [Hook]