Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - Unda Presha lyrics

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Kick a rhyme spectacular, I think the Nigga think he Blackula
 I seen somebody trying to get him with sunlight
 Somehow it wasn't done right, then he just laced him with one bite
 Go for the jugular vein, that's my new thing
 How did you do it with two fangs, think they were gold like Wu-tang
 Your luck has been changed, you're left strucken with pain
 Well good for your ass kid, that's what you get for fucking with Kane.
 I creep on MC's like po' nine and take rhymes the whole nine
 to dig in you rappers like a coalmine
 Now look what I dug me, somebody better turn me off or try to unplug me
 Ooh it's starting to get ugly
 Don't miss this, hold on with a clenched fist
 As I tongue the microphone down just like a French kiss.
 Relentless with lyrics that be brutal, hip-hop I stay true to
 Put it on you like voodoo

 Chorus
 Unda presha, niggas unfold and felt the heat
 Possessed with the Brooklyn techniques we freak
 Ay yo Kane, hit us off with that shit one time
 They can't believe it, infatuated hardcore rhymes

 Verse 2
 When you diggin' out your girl from behind, you're gonna find
 The reason that her eyes are closed, Black Caesar's on her mind
 Your royal smoothness, honeys out there know how it goes
 Even Cabesa de pollos that habla Espa?ol
 Dig this now, run for your life to get away but none do
 Even if you escape just tell me who can you run to
 Test the, stupendous, tell me what was you to gain
 Internal bleeding, due to Kane
 Boom bow bow, ooh, the pain
 Nobody's equal, keep it lethal, and diesel, to see to the people
 And reach your cerebral cause that's how we do
 The pain gets inflicted, fake MC's get evicted
 Face it, truth of the matter is just that I'm too hard to get with
 Since days of Pro Keds, I shined over mad heads, roll up on you like the Feds
 Rip your whole set to shreds
 A crash or a wreck, because I mash for respect
 Only thing I want to know now, is this cash or a check?

 Chorus

 Verse 3
 Ain't no question,
 I'm suffering a bad case of lyrical congestion
 Not the one for testing,
 come mess with and end up with your chest split
 No, not because of cardiac, but because how hard he act.
 I'm recognized as the microphone destroyer
 Competition minds in the state of paranoia
 I said if you're scared, get a dog
 So by tomorrow you'll probably see 20 rappers walking with Rotweilers
 Your gimmick is primitive, and impotent
 You won't win with it so limit it
 before I make your body start to hemorrhage
 Just when you thought that you was burning me
 You found yourself bleeding internally
 Now you heads is learning see
 I stay in there sincere,
 You commence prayer,
 Your heart begins fear, cause there ain't no wins here
 Never kid, even with leverage
 I can rock your headpiece worse than the wop ever did
 I damage a amateur with a lack of stamina
 Petty grammar, leave you for the medical examiner
 You come talking bout some stay real
 I'll have you hitting high notes like Curtis,
 cause of pain that you may feel (Mayfield)
 So many tried to infiltrate, but couldn't penetrate
 Now they disintegrate as money generate
 From who the living legend,
 True indeed, Hip- hop veteran,
 Whip ass is probably out there
 But I swear I never met him
 Gimme mine
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Author: Big Daddy Kane

Composer: ?

Publisher: Black Jam

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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