Grand Daddy I.U.

Grand Daddy I.U. - I Kick Ass lyrics

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Introducin Daddy U and Steady Flow
 Lights  cameras  action  let's go
 Nude and fat girls attack the tall mack
 The chumps who lack fall back cause they all wack
 So while they play the rear girlies stay to hear
 Me and Kay make you say: hooray and cheer
 Rockin steady  straight and continuous
 Cool and casual  nothin too stringuous
 Cause I like to flow smooth  keepin a slow groove
 And I don't give a fuck if you don't move
 Cause either way I still get mine
 Combine and design dope lines of all kind
 My competition stands stiff as a tree trunk
 The dope I got is much rawer than P-Funk
 Cause artificial stimulation don't last
 But I maintain and remain to kick ass
 I got somethin to say that you shouldn't miss
 You get with this? (Oh, my goodness!)
 Stay out the kitchen, the heat is too hot
 And cookin the pot is the I dot U dot
 And I.U. is the name they call me
 The six foot tall grand daddy of em all, gee
 I'm comin atcha like a wild rhinoceros
 Take my crown? That shit sound preposterous
 Cause all those attemptin to do such
 Get caught in a clutch cause the U's just too much
 It only take one look and you're under my spell
 Then you fell, what the hell, now you wonder why
 You can't match the things I accomplish
 You ever try to step to this, you get stomped, bitch
 Those who flam I slam, and goddamn
 When I step in a jam you all scram
 Cause I get nitro, hot as a micro-
 Wave and behave buckwild like a psycho
 As I laugh and do as I prefer to do
 Don't even crack a smile while I murder you
 You fuckin chump
 Hey yo Kay, let the system pump
 I kick ass

 (I'ma give ya action)
 (I'ma kick yo ass)

 [VERSE 2]
 Never in life have you heard such poetry
 Cause ain't no man alive who can flow with me
 All opponents get dust off quick fast
 And you can kiss me, Kay Cee and Easy Rick ass
 Smoother than this can no three men flow
 For those who didn't know I provide info
 For you and yours and his and hers
 So yo, here's the scoop on what the group does
 I kick ass cause the U is the violent kind
 And get sporty with a forty of Ballantine
 While my man Easy Rick picks a skeezy chick
 Bust off and break north with a greasy dick
 And deejay Kay Cee cuts superb
 Six lick tricks on a mix and you're to the curb
 Competition gets worse and worse, you curse
 Rehearse, but still ain't get prop the first
 Fuckin with me's more deadly than cyanide
 And those who collide all die, so you try and hide
 But in a bout you're gettin rendered senseless
 Defenseless now it's time to commence this
 I write rhymes that keep the crowd cheerin
 Say type shit you never thought about hearin
 Not just the same old same with a slight change
 I elevate to an untouchable height range
 Beyond the stars Mars, Venus and Jupiter
 No way, no how, no man can get stupider
 So cut the crap and save all the foolishness
 There'll never be an MC as cool as this
 So play the back, boy, fuck the bullshit
 Try to get flip, I guarantee that you'll get
 Your ass kicked, stretch ya just like elastic
 Broke like plastic, you stupid bastard
 You shoulda known not to fuck with I.U.
 Now I bet you're petro and try to
 Cause I make the mic bust off like a Mac-10
 And keep the whole auditorium packed in
 Front to back from the stage to the hallway
 Kay'll blaze on the fade like always
 Rippin the slice and dice, cuts are twice as nice
 While I add spice to the mic device
 My rap style's the best in the biz
 Word to miz, think it ain't what it is?
 Cause rhyme after rhyme each verse flows loosely
 Hittin like a brick and kickin like Bruce Lee
 What I invent keep the crowd content


 I chew MC's like a stick of bubble mint
 Knock em out the box and totally annihilate
 One thing I hate is cheepskates who violate
 Smile in my face, give me a pound or a handshake
 Then behind my back you flip like a pancake
 But all of that is envy and jealousy
 A better MC than me you'll never be
 You bum, you get nothin, son, not a mere crumb
 Now I'ma smack the wax off your eardrum
 Back off the set, pack your bags and flee
 Nah fuck it - call the police
 If that don't work, then got a order of protection
 But still I roll in your direction
 I blast, harrass and surpass quick fast
 Any MC who fuck with me, yo gee, I kick ass

 (I'ma give ya action)
 (I'ma kick yo ass)

 Yo
 The Grand Daddy U is definitely on the map, homes
 You know what I'm sayin
 My man Easy Rick and DJ Kay Cee
 Straight out Hempsted, Long Island, homes
 Know what I'm sayin
 Fuck all the bullshit

 (I'ma kick yo ass
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Publisher: Cold Chillin'

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Released in: 1990

Language: English

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