Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - Put Your Weight On It lyrics

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If you're ready Mister Cee cut the record real loose
 and uhh, test test test test, oh yes
 I wanna bless the mic, I caress with finesse
 Back off the microphone, you can't wreck it none
 I'm like a nine, and you're just a Naked Gun
 Some type of new jack, steppin in the area
 kind of reminds me of Eddie Murphy, Coming to America
 But you can't approach this, rhymes are too ferocious
 Do the knowledge as I quote this
 Freddie Krueger, walkin on Kane's street
 Five chapters and I still ain't been beat
 Bout time I turned the microphone loose
 Anyone after me is just an excuse
 Even the level of the devil or Exorcist
 can't get next to this
 This is mayhem, so competition, say when
 You're thinkin that you're ready, so I can just play him
 or them, no matter the quan-tity, you don't want to be
 in this battle, so just flee
 Cause I leave em panickin when I start damagin
 Kickin this swift, leaves you stiff, like a mannequin
 And frozen, this is a mind explosion
 as the chosen flows in, the competition throws in
 the towel, my sharp tongue is like a license
 I strike like Mike, Tyson I be icin
 Breakin the mic in half, just like a psychopath
 But still smooth and cool, just like a draft
 Leave the metro scared and petrol
 Ain't No Half-Steppin', so I don't sweat no MC
 cause Michael Jackson couldn't say it clearer
 My only comp is the man in the mirror
 So any pretender, you never been to
 the death zone, this is the wrath, do not enter
 These ain't the grounds for MC's to be wanderin
 These is the grounds that the Kane is conquerin
 Lyrics are bright and recite on the mic to excite
 delight, ignite, a bright light and a fright night
 for types who bite, to be quite like
 the man with mic swingin all tight, but can't get it right
 You're just a sloppy, cheap carbon copy
 Sent to ride off in the sun, said Kemosabi
 As the Kane remains everlasting
 With lyrics that's fast relief like aspirin
 So allow me to relieve, or breathe contact
 your brain and remain like hairweave
 Cause I can reach each participant with a speech
 that will teach, and have em hangin like a leach
 And yes still puttin rappers in fear
 So hold it right there, cause this is a nightmare
 As I cause a killer scene, and cut like a guillotine
 Any thoughts you had about winnin is still a dream
 Or more like a fantasy, tell me why can't you see
 There ain't a way that you can touch or stand on me
 You talk about how many rappers you slayed
 But I'm like a renegade, so I never been afraid
 so don't say hi to this Asiatic descendant
 Just say peace and everything'll be splendid
 Peace!

 Mister Cee, put your weight on it
 Boy put your weight on it, put your weight on it
 Put your weight on it
 Put your weight on it Mister Cee, put your weight on it!
 I'm outta here
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Cold Chillin'

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Released in: 1990

Language: English

Appearing on: Taste of Chocolate (1990)

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