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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 is, I never left
Cause I'm everlastin and my rhymes blastin
Soon as I pick up the pen and it to paper
That's the
And for you filthy mcnasty mc's, that's the
when I grab the microphone just like a gun
You know doo-run-run-run, them doo-run-run
Heh, I'm not your lyricist
compare at this, as far as raps, pssh,
I'm care of this
I work the stage a slavehand
And keep the girls screamin just like captain
I did shows at the same arena that held ike and
And the chi-lites, song have you her
me on after jennifer holiday, ain't no thing
Because I still off, after the fat lady sings

Set it off kane, get
* 4x *

[big daddy
we go, shalamar style
That the second time around so pump the sound
As I progress to the mic and strike the stage
Enraged arouse the crowd to jump and pump their
And twist their waists with grace and clap and
And move and groove I'm still, so, smooth
If you compare the big daddy to a
I'd be an allante, as belafonte
Interplanetary and extraordinary (hmm, about poetic? )
Mmm, very!
I've even heard it said I was the ultimate
Welllll.. maybe just a bit
And competition I'll explain to
That don't even pertain to them
To try to flow like this will your cranium
So to the rear and let the prince of darkness spark
Like a vampire, bloodthirsty, uhh, have

Set it off kane, get
* 4x *

..

[big daddy
As we enter the third half, for this paragraph
I wanna take all of the that's leaping along with this tune
To another plateau never been too -- as I continue
somethin funky to get into
Give me a brown, funkadelic, or prince beat
And me turn the microphone 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 *

I'm a baaaad man!