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Set it off (go, go) get busy (go, go)
* 8x *

[big daddy
Who's that fellow flowin to this tune?
* mister cee scratches "big daddy" * back so
The fact is, I left
I'm everlastin and my rhymes keep blastin
Soon as I up the pen and relate it to paper
the beginning
And for you filthy mcnasty mc's, the ending
Cause when I the microphone just like a gun
You them doo-run-run-run, them doo-run-run
Heh, I'm not your lyricist
None'll at this, as far as raps, pssh,
I'm care of this
I work the stage like a
And keep the girls screamin just captain caveman
I did shows at the same arena that held ike and
And the chi-lites, have you seein her
Puttin me on jennifer holiday, ain't no thing
Because I still come off, after the fat sings

Set it off kane, get
* 4x *

[big kane]
we go, shalamar style
That means the second around so pump the sound
As I progress to bless the mic and strike the
Enraged arouse the to jump and pump their fists
And twist their waists with and clap and snap
And move and groove cause I'm still, so,
If you the big daddy to a caddy
I'd be an allante, as belafonte
Interplanetary and (hmm, what about poetic? )
Mmm, very!
I've even it said that I was the ultimate
Welllll.. maybe a little bit
And competition explain to them
That this don't even pertain to
To try to like this will crack your cranium
So to the rear and let the prince of darkness spark
a vampire, bloodthirsty, uhh, have mercy

Set it off kane, get
* 4x *

..

[big daddy
As we enter into the third half, for paragraph
I wanna take all of the people that's leaping along with tune
To plateau they never been too -- as I continue
With somethin to get into
Give me a james brown, funkadelic, or prince
And watch me turn the to minced meat
I the roof off the mother as soon as my lips pucker
Cause I'm a bad *tweet!!*

Set it off kane, get
* 8x *

[kane] I'm a man!