Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - Just Rhymin With Biz lyrics

Your rating:

Biz:
 

 One, two, whatcha gonna do?
 I say yes, yes y?all
 To the beat, all
 Party-having people guaranteed to be like having a ball
 H-h-h-hey
 We gonna do a little something like this I say...

 I?m the rap promoter
 I start to motor
 Tour from New York to South Dakota
 Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
 Never get the girls with the underarm order
 Put me on water, I?m a good floater
 When I run for prez, you best be a voter
 Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
 I watch Star Wars just to see Yoda
 Or R2-D2 driving down the BQ
 When I buy franks, I make sure they?re Hebrew
 When I entertain, and love to treat you
 Love to see a girl in a nice tight see-through
 Take her to the crib, turn on the Beta
 Watch a good flick by Arnold Schwartzenegger
 Maybe Commando or the Terminator
 Peace party people, ha ha see you later!
 Big Daddy, huh huh, my man my mellow
 Get on the mic cause you know you eat Jell-O

 Kane:
 Check it out, y?all
 You don?t stop
 Keep on
 Well it?s the Kane in the flesh
 Of course I?m fresh
 Oh you thought that I was rotten?
 Huh, I beg your pardon
 To me getting paid and getting busy fall together
 So a man of my ambiance...never!
 Could I be weak, why I?m rather unique
 I got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique
 That I be using and not many can manage
 So a brother like me, I do damage
 Just by picking up the mic to go solo
 I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo
 I get physical, mystical, very artistical
 Giving party people something funky to listen to
 That?s why the other MC?s can?t swing long
 I stomp them out just like I was King Kong
 Stepping on roaches, I get ferocious
 Supercalifragalisticexpealidocious
 I go on and on and on and
 Until the bright Shirley Murdock morning
 Cause I?mma pimp, hear the primp, yes the emp-
 Eror, bringing much terror in your era
 I ready, willing and I?m able, so bust a move
 Never use a barbershop I got my homeboy Smooth
 Cooling out with the clippers right around the way
 To keep my fresh Cameo cut every day
 Like that y?all, it?s like that y?all
 It?s like thata-the-that, it?s like that y?all
 Cause I?m the prosecutor taking a stand
 And, I?m cross-examining you my man
 The judge and jury, releasing my fury
 The verdict that I reach for you is rather blurry
 You see, the name Kane is superior to many people
 It means King Asiatic Nobody?s Equal
 I hate to brag, but damn I?m good
 And if mics were a gun, I?d be Clint Eastwood
 And if rap was a game, I?d be MVP
 Most Valuable Poet on the M-I-C
 Or if rap was a school, I?d be the principal
 Aw fuck it, the Kane is invincible
 To be specific, I may die one day
 But my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphic
 It?s a certain special skill that takes much practice
 I got it good, apparently you lack this
 So in turn, sit back and learn
 Listen close, this is for your own concern
 Let me show you exactly how it?s properly done
 Lights, camera, action!
 A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also
 Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo
 Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho-
 Tel, to get a good night?s sleep
 I?m keeping in step
 Now do I come off?
 Yep
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: Antonio Hardy, Big Daddy Kane, Marlon Williams

Composer: ?

Publisher: Prism Records, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1987

Language: English

Appearing on: Long Live the Kane (1988)

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found