[Intro: Big Daddy Kane]
Uh uh... what? Uh-huh
Just put it down, baby
What? Uh, yo, yo..
[Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane]
Somebody let the lion out the den, I come flyin' out to win
Whatever you tryin' 'bout to end – Kane's comin'
Let me explain somethin' – re-root some place
You couldn't shine around me wearin' a suit from Ma$e
And that gruesome face – G, cock the hammer
Let's test his stamina, or make him smile like he on Candid Camera
I'm wreckin' jaws with extra force just because I have no respect for yours
Against the boss, nigga, check your drawers
Don't let it get to where I have to son ya
And goin' back you wonder
Put holes inside your chest like acupuncture
Give me a reason to flip, I'll put deez in your lip
Be laid up with I.V.'s in your wrist and you bleed when you piss
Presence alone make the hardest cats soften
Put niggas in the coffin, play Daddy to a female orphan
I keeps it heated while so many get deleted
And you close to bein' the next one to meet it
Now beat it!
[Verse 2: Kool G. Rap]
Chandeliers glare, mahogany floors
House on the shore with the balcony doors
Marble walls like it's Carnegie Hall
Armies of whores walk around in they drawers
Mountains of raw, water fountains pour – take a tour
Safe in the floor, draped in velour, paper galore
Master suite, dinner table for four
Sittin' on four acres or more
Bracin' my jaw, scrapin' the floor
Home of Capone, gold phone, take me to war
Sip the Henny Rock straight with a straw, lovin' the cabbage
Money stashes up in the mattress, fuckin' an actress
Bless her finger with ten carats, leather giraffe it
My suit fabrics, silk smooth, shoes jurassic
Rip everything from new to classic
Bulletproof jackets that move drastic
Package the heron in blue plastic
Who blew the racket? G. Luciano with the drug traffic
Homicide's a thug habit, let your crew have it
[Interlude: KRS-One]
Word, word... feel that! Feel that! Word up
Tony Touch – in the clutch, word up
Word up – it's KRS-One!
Comin' through – Big Daddy Kane, Kool G. Rap
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Giving you a moment to–to feel this
Feel it up!
My man Tony Touch, came to me in the clutch
And he said, "Yo KRS-One, man
I want you to get on this record and...
And just represent for the Latin Quarter crew, y'know?
Y'know – the Class of '87"
So I said uhh, ha hah, I said
"What's your name again?" He said, "Tony!"
So I took his name and I reversed it
And when Tony's reversed it spells - "Y NOT"
So why not?
[Verse 3: KRS-One]
It's irrefutable, my facts are usable
They might be new to you, but they suitable to the street entrepenuerial
Mentally unmovable
When I move it's your beautiful brutal funeral
In your face or the bodega mural
I can cure all, or kill all – which do you prefer it, y'all?
I throw up lyrics like cats chokin' on furballs
Herbal remedies and vocal melodies be changin' up my identity
From Kool G. to K-A-N-E
Movin' em up, movin' em up, breakin' em all the way down
Takin' em up, shakin' em up, takin' away they sound
You better be ready when I be comin around, layin' it down
Divine speech for each – what you think, I'm playin around?!?
I flash light on 'em, and rock mics for em
But they can't see this MC 'cause I'm too bright for em
The unraveller, world traveller, philosopher
Timeless, K.R.S. – now, you rewind this!
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