"You know daddy's home.."
 Yeah baby! Get them sounds up Action
 Alright L.G. baby make the track move one time
 "You know daddy's home.."
 Uh-huh, now dig this here right
 Now I can remember one time I said,
 "It's eighty-eight, time to set em straight right?" (word up)
 What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninety-four
 as I continue to give you more
 "You know daddy's home.."
 This is how we gonna try to bring it to you one time
 Uhh, and I go, and I go
 "You know daddy's home.."

 [Big Daddy Kane]
 Peace peace y'all, don't eat grease y'all, huh
 A Brooklyn nigga representin the East y'all, come follow me now
 I get down for my crown with new found wreck
 and bring the noise like I'm comin to soundcheck
 The stage is clear for me to rock it
 So I snatch the mic like a Brooklyn nigga does a pocket
 Clear the throat, to perform the art
 to treat the stage like a movie ticket and rip it apart
 Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say
 to make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes
 If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her
 cause I've been watchin the morgue, then the Korean store owner
 (Whoo!) Mack man number one, you know how I move
 You'd think that I'd be shavin my rhmes, cause they'd be so smooth
 Mr. Wonderful and all of that gun to pull shit
 that you be talkin nigga don't even run the bull
 Cause if I roll on you kid, I do the body rude
 like the cops did on ummmmmm.. that Rodney dude
 Peep it!

 Chorus: repeat 4X (except last line 4th time)

 "welcome to a new Terrordome
 When I come to roam you know daddy's home.."
 Watch out now!

 [Big Daddy Kane]
 Just like Sylvester it's still on, get it?
 still, on, fukkit, let's move along
 I rip shop, in hip-hop, to sew it like a ziplock
 to get props, in this spot, look at me at the tip-top
 The kid got, to get hot, you thought that I would flip-flop
 or drop-drop, but ummmmmmmmmmmm.. I did not!
 They say, "Kane you're old school out here!"
 I said, "I guess I got left back, cause I ain't goin nowhere"
 The Kane will remain in this domain
 to reign again when I entertain
 Cause when it comes to lyrics, I got plenty black
 I'm so god damn dope, I sell rhymes in a twenty sack
 The microphone pusher man but not drug related
 Hip-Hop orientated, keepin you captivated
 Mr. Cee cuts, I linger through em, Larry is singin to em
 And oh me, I just bring it to em

 Chorus *fades out*