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

[big kane]
Who's that smooth fellow flowin to this
* cee scratches "big daddy" * back so soon?
The is, I never left
I'm everlastin and my rhymes keep blastin
Soon as I pick up the pen and it to paper
That's the
And for you filthy mc's, that's the ending
Cause when I grab the microphone just a gun
You them doo-run-run-run, them doo-run-run
Heh, I'm not ordinary lyricist
None'll at this, as far as raps, pssh,
I'm care of this
I the stage like a slavehand
And keep the girls screamin just like caveman
I did shows at the same that held ike and tina
And the chi-lites, song you seein her
me on after jennifer holiday, ain't no thing
Because I still come off, after the fat lady

Set it off kane, get
* 4x *

daddy kane]
Here we go, style
That means the second time so pump the sound
As I to bless the mic and strike the stage
Enraged arouse the to jump and pump their fists
And twist their with grace and clap and snap
And move and groove I'm still, so, smooth
If you compare the big to a caddy
I'd be an allante, as belafonte
Interplanetary and extraordinary (hmm, what poetic? )
Mmm, very!
I've heard it said that I was the ultimate
Welllll.. maybe just a bit
And I'll explain to them
That this even pertain to them
To try to flow like this crack your cranium
So to the rear and let the prince of darkness spark
Like a vampire, bloodthirsty, uhh, mercy

Set it off kane, get
* 4x *

..

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

Set it off kane, get
* 8x *

I'm a baaaad man!