Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - Set It Off lyrics

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Let it roll, get bold, I just can't hold
 Back, or fold cos I'm a man with soul
 In control and effect, so what the heck
 Rock the discotheques and this groove is what's next
 Attack, react, exact, the mack'll move you with
 A strong song, as long as you groove to this
 I keep the crowd loud when you're hype
 Do damage onstage and injure the mic
 As I shoot the gift MC's stand stiff
 While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif
 Feel my blood fist, or my death kiss
 The rap soloist, you don't want none of this
 Supreme in this era, I reign with terror
 When I grab the mic believe you're gonna hear a
 Fascinatin' rhyme as I enchant them
 So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem
 Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro
 I entertain again and Kane'll never have no
 Problem, I can sneeze, sniffle and cough
 E-e-e-even if I stutter Imma still come off
 Cos rappers can't understand the mics I rip
 They sure enough ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped
 But my apparatus is up to status
 Don't ask who's the baddest, of course that is
 The maker, breaker, taker, my rhymes ache the head
 Put it to bed, so watch what is said
 Save the bass for the pipe and rearrange your tone
 Or take a loss and be forced in the danger zone
 Cos I get ill and kill at will
 Teachin' a skill that's real, you're no thrill
 So just stand still and chill as I build
 Science I drill until my rhymes fill
 Your head up...don't even get up
 The teacher is teachin', so just shut up

 Verse 2

 Rappers, take a step back, or you will soon regret that
 You ever had to confront me and you can bet that
 I come correct, perfect, in full effect
 Disconnect, dissect, eject as I wreck shop
 Stand in command with the clan
 Caravan or van, we go man for man and
 Without further ado or any delay
 Mister Cee as we say, call him the DJ
 Mad Money Murf with the triple M
 Smooth the barber keepin' my flat-top trim
 Scoob Lover my brother, Scrap Lover my other
 Dancin' with the crew so allow the boys to smother
 The floor, and endure just for your pleasure
 As the microphone lord proceeds to get raw
 Acrobatic, Asiatic, rap fanatic
 I get dramatic and rhymes start flowin' automatically
 From me, so don't play me, obey me
 When asked "Who's the best?", you better say me
 I'm sendin' sucker MC's headin' north
 And if you still want some...set if off
 For you to cope is just a wish and a hope
 And if you are what you eat they're feedin' me dope
 Cos I'm just about as dope as dope can get
 Ultimate, legit, Kane is a perfect fit
 The king of my kingdom, completin' a cipher
 The lyrics I bring them keeps the crowd hyper
 As I release the masterpiece
 The groove will never cease until Kane says "Peace"
 So, maestro, yo, hit it
 Big Daddy Kane's about to come with it, cos...

 [I can't hold it back
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Copyrights:

Author: Antonio Hardy

Composer: ?

Publisher: Warner Bros Records Inc.

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Released in: 1988

Language: English

Appearing on: Long Live the Kane (1988)

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