-> _It's Hard Being the Kane_

 [Big Daddy Kane]
 Nobody move, nobody get hurt
 And I won't have to do no-body work
 The minute I come on stage and take position
 A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh
 I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it
 Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it
 People'll start singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it
 To show and to prove to the people
 the man that really is the king in it
 Cause I take the cake like Hostess
 No, not the one you wanna play high post with
 Warm it up Kane, warm as a snorkel
 Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful
 I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
 the flavor to jam and slam the land
 I flip the script like nobody can
 It's like they lack the crowd to get live
 and raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic
 They're frank with force, cause you know, Kane comes off
 See me and the mic go together like neighbors
 And if that's too fast, here's a slower flavor
 You see.. I.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand..
 No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can
 rip the microphone to shreds
 Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
 For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me
 You shouldn't address me cause you can't impress me
 So don't test me, boy, I say you better move over
 Yeah, yeah, huh
 Many people tried to say I fell off
 He went R&B, now his rap is all soft
 But if you say that on stage, I'll prove you wrong
 And wax that ass, rappin off a love song
 Cause with the street in all battles I'm still hard
 like a mallet, servin competition like salad
 I'm gonna give you some damn good advice G
 Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea
 Cause now you're comin in the danger zone
 There no man, can withstand, or hold his own
 I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise
 even if you put a condom on the mic that I use
 That won't protect ya, I still can effect ya
 Cause I flip the script, like a movie director
 I'm makin the non-believers believe what I'm dishin up
 And people that's still fans, will be air conditioners
 Why golly gee, I'm the hypest
 The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous
 In other words, by knowledge and degrees
 you gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze
 A black man, you know I got, SOUL
 for rockin the track and sparkin the mic that I hold
 Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies
 I didn't forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound*
 A lot of rappers today, know how to flow
 Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro
 But if I ask for the mic at your show
 Aiyyo, I think you better let it go!
 Cause I go in a rage on stage
 The rap it never stops til I get my props
 And if you don't know my style, well look here my friend
 You saw _Faces of Death_? Hehe yeah yeah aight then
 I'm tryin to tell my competition the scoop
 That I'm breakin down, any soloist or group
 And even though, some of them try to play souped
 When I come on stage, they spread they wings like Troop
 And fly away, cause I don't play
 I slay, okay, okay?
 The king of combat, my competition scat
 Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll that
 The one they like to follow, bite and borrow
 Lock into my style, just like a Rottweiler
 So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore?
 Looks Like a Job For..

 * cut n scratch "Big Daddy