Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - Don't Do It To Yourself songtekst

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{Big Scoob:}
 Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Kane, drop it like it's hot
 Yo, pick up the microphone and gimme what you got
 {Big Daddy Kane:}
 Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Scoob, drop it like it's hot
 Pick up your microphone, it's time to rock the spot

 (x2)

 (Oh my god, tell me, is it really him?
 The legendary lyricist makin matters grim?)
 Because when I start to flow the results are so deadly
 Rappers start shakin like the legs on Elvis Presley
 Sayin (It's him, the great) that's how I intimidate
 But I just came to get my shit off, so I give them a break
 And pickin up the microphone after I left
 Is like givin mouth-to-mouth to a corpse, a waste of breath
 In other words, I don't leave no remains for you
 (Forget the men, that's the evil that Kane'll do)
 I bring it raw, gee, too hardcore, gee
 The only way you could fuck with me is in a orgy
 The magnificient, none can come swifter than
 Cool as ???, but my skin color is different
 We got the milk and honey
 My rhymes are just like Abraham Lincoln's face (on the money)
 Makin me freshest on the land, but let's not forget
 That if I rapped under water they'd be Aquafresh
 The best, oh yes, I guess... (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
 - You said that shit in '88)
 Oh, I originate and create the great to dictate
 And regulate chumps and set em straight
 I get my point across because the boss is truly yours
 The source to the force, so put it on pause
 The one that assures applause, never took a loss
 Stronger than some Olde E quarts to a can of Coors
 In other words it's hazardous to your health
 So don't do it to yourself

 [Chorus:]
 Don't do it to yourself, don't do it
 Yo, you better not do it, you better not

 (x2)

 (Stop right there, you better freeze, cease
 Don't make me put my Timberland boot to your grill piece
 Big Scoob from Brooklyn comin through, don't start me
 Don't make me turn your jam into a tec-9 party)
 Hey yo, what in the world would ever possess you
 To think that you could touch me
 Or even try to come above me
 Or even think that you could flow this lovely?
 Nobody, and I mean nobody on this whole planet can stand it
 I rip it apart, and flip up the art cause I'm the best, damn it
 I crush rappers for the hell of it, defeat, I never tell of it
 So anything else you heard is irrelevant
 (You're not on the level) man, you're not even close to me
 (Step to the Kane) and get bagged just like grocery
 So spare yourself the misfortune and proceed with caution
 Cause I don't just burn rappers, I torch em
 With a skilled-out style that's mad diesel
 And I got hemorrhoids from shittin on so many people
 I crush those who oppose with blows to your nose
 When it comes to my crew (that's the way love goes)
 The Chocolate City for Black Cesar Incorporated
 (And all of the soft get faded)
 So before you step to me use your head
 And you better think about it more than Special Ed
 Cause trust me, kid, it ain't like goin against anyone else
 I'm tellin you, don't do it to yourself

 [Chorus
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: MCA Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Daddy's Home (1994)

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