Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - How U Get A Record Deal songtekst

Je score:
a frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog
 I'm the untouchable, never to be took out
 A Sexy Mother.. ooh child, Prince look out!
 I'm keepin girls of all shades on my trail
 From a Sister Act down to a Single White Female
 Cause when I hit the skins they all say, "Damn Kane -
 you knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign"
 But if you think that lickin toes makes me weak
 you better treat me like Freddy Krueger: don't sleep
 I write raps, ready to rip and rock real rough rhymes
 Run in rugged and raw, rapidly ruinin roaches
 Point blank - I spell murder to a bum
 All you backwards rappers - REDRUM, REDRUM!
 Cause I do em somethin awful, break em down to a morsel
 Makin sure that you're no longer adorable
 Rappers get so quiet when I'm comin, that if they
 shitted a dictionary, you couldn't get a word from em
 It's sort of a tradition in Bed-Stuy to do or die
 So steppin to me is suicide
 I couldn't think of a rapper takin mines
 I feel like Ali, "I'm the greatest of all times"
 Floatin like a butterfly, stingin like a bee
 Yeah I know this ain't boxin but that's still my pedigree
 But as for you, you have no appeal
 How you get a record deal?

 Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing changed
 the way I shoot off lyrics like a firin range
 Breakin out in a cold sweat - the death threat
 Gettin more props than a movie set
 The smooth microphone assassin, rhymes keep blastin
 Uhh, I keep the body count massive
 But if you say you increased the Bodycount troop
 You must admit that you joined Ice-T's group
 Cause you ain't hurtin niggedy nuthin, so why you bluffin?
 Tryin to be the new Big Daddy SOMETHIN
 But there's only, before me, no one is ?, huh
 You couldn't come Pryor if your name was Richard
 Cause I'm the Alpha and Omega
 Arm-Leg-uh-Leg-uh-Arm-Head, stayin raw til I'm dead
 And to battle me you shouldn't even try
 Cause with wings on your tongue, you still couldn't say nothin fly
 And I don't care if you bring a crew
 And I don't even care if someone else writes for you
 Man you could even be someone the crowd may just like but shoot
 you couldn't see me with a bifocal mic
 Check my resume, Rap Masters, word up
 Yo! MTV, BET, The Box and all that good stuff
 And Billboard for my five year duration
 And see that I got more spots than a dalmation
 Let's get down to finish this large
 You could bring on your whole squad, none of you chumps are hard
 All that garbage you mumble ain't real and seriously, seriously
 How you get a record deal?

 A lot of rappers today, wonder
 should I ask Kane to write rhymes for me to say?
 Well you're god damn right you should
 Cause my rhymes are like spandex, they make any ass seem good
 So act like you know Baby Pop
 when I riggedy rock the higgedy hip-hop non stop, as I
 freak the funk and flip the flavor to flow with the flyest
 A fury full force in the flames of the fire, now
 may these MC's rest in peace
 Because when I come to town, the population decrease
 I leave em finished, dead and that's that, huh
 Not even Pet Semetary could bring em back
 I slay my pray, A to K, I tell em like Jennifer Holiday
 No no no no no noooooooooooo way!
 That you could ever touch this, no you know how I feel?
 I think you bought your record deal
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Publisher: Cold Chillin'

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Uitgegeven in: 1993

Taal: Engels

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