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i speak facts not emotions
[Verse 4: Big Daddy Kane]
Settin' it off, lettin' it off, beginnin'
Rough 'til the endin', you never been in
The move to groove with the smooth rap lord
Like a bottle of juice, rhymes are bein' poured
Down your ear, crisp and clear
As I prepare to wear, tear and smear, then I'm out of here!
With a mark left that you can all cling
'Cause rockin' a party, yo, it's a small thing
I rip many places on regular basis
And broken down mics were the only traces
That I'd been there, and there at the party
The mic had my prints, and on it was a body
So take caution — I'm not horsin' around
In a throw down, clown, I'm takin' yours, son
So just acknowledge the way that I kicked it
'Cause if rap was a house, you'd be evicted!
And dismissed from the microphone
Chokin' on a bone 'cause Daddy's Home
And battlin' me is hazardous to health
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause ya played yourself
Like a game in the arcade, you need a far aid
I'm walkin' the path that Allah made
I'll attend and then begin to send
A speech to reach and teach, so just say when
So I can let lyrics blast like a bullet
My mouth is the gun, on suckers I pull it
The trigger, ya figure, my pockets gettin' bigger
'Cause when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my nikka!
You've got to groove, MCs freeze, stand still, nobody move
It's a sabotage, as I take charge
Don't barge, 'cause goddamn, I'm livin' large
Like a giant, you're nothin' but a midget, a small digit
You ain't wit' it, forget it, quit it!
I reign superior, always takin' care of ya
No-frill rappers, you will evaporate
Disintegrate, deflate to your fate
As the great will dominate straight to the state
Of reignin', gainin', so put Kane in
That category, period, end of story
Settin' it off, lettin' it off, beginnin'
Rough 'til the endin', you never been in
The move to groove with the smooth rap lord
Like a bottle of juice, rhymes are bein' poured
Down your ear, crisp and clear
As I prepare to wear, tear and smear, then I'm out of here!
With a mark left that you can all cling
'Cause rockin' a party, yo, it's a small thing
I rip many places on regular basis
And broken down mics were the only traces
That I'd been there, and there at the party
The mic had my prints, and on it was a body
So take caution — I'm not horsin' around
In a throw down, clown, I'm takin' yours, son
So just acknowledge the way that I kicked it
'Cause if rap was a house, you'd be evicted!
And dismissed from the microphone
Chokin' on a bone 'cause Daddy's Home
And battlin' me is hazardous to health
So put a quarter in your ass 'cause ya played yourself
Like a game in the arcade, you need a far aid
I'm walkin' the path that Allah made
I'll attend and then begin to send
A speech to reach and teach, so just say when
So I can let lyrics blast like a bullet
My mouth is the gun, on suckers I pull it
The trigger, ya figure, my pockets gettin' bigger
'Cause when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my nikka!
You've got to groove, MCs freeze, stand still, nobody move
It's a sabotage, as I take charge
Don't barge, 'cause goddamn, I'm livin' large
Like a giant, you're nothin' but a midget, a small digit
You ain't wit' it, forget it, quit it!
I reign superior, always takin' care of ya
No-frill rappers, you will evaporate
Disintegrate, deflate to your fate
As the great will dominate straight to the state
Of reignin', gainin', so put Kane in
That category, period, end of story
