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"this is a premier and I'm here.."
-> _it's hard being the

daddy kane]
Nobody move, get hurt
And I won't to do no-body work
The minute I on stage and take position
A demolition, where rappers a bad decision, huh
I start to it, puttin my bad thing in it
Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll clingin it
People'll singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To show and to prove to the
The man really is the king in it
Cause I take the cake hostess
No, not the one you wanna play post with
it up kane, warm as a snorkel
Snatch the and do a nigga somethin awful
I give him the pizazz finesse and yet
The to jam and slam the land
I flip the script nobody can
It's they lack the crowd to get live
And raw from all the brothers who the mic
They're frank with force, cause you know, comes off
See me and the mic go together neighbors
And if too fast, here's a slower flavor
You see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand..
No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can
Rip the microphone to
Buck buck, and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
For havin a rapper that try to battle will me
You shouldn't address me you can't impress me
So don't test me, boy, I say you better move
Yeah, yeah, huh
people tried to say I fell off
He r&b, now his rap is all soft
But if you say that on stage, prove you wrong
And wax ass, rappin off a love song
Cause with the in all battles I'm still hard
Like a mallet, servin competition salad
I'm gonna give you some damn good g
Break out, before there be some sugar honey tea
Cause now you're in the danger zone
There no man, can withstand, or his own
I burn a so bad that it bruise
if you put a condom on the mic that I use
That won't protect ya, I still can ya
Cause I the script, like a movie director
I'm makin the believe what I'm dishin up
And that's still fans, will be air conditioners
Why gee, I'm the hypest
The to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous
In other words, by knowledge and
You gotta say God bless, and I don't mean I sneeze
A black man, you I got, soul
For rockin the and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not just been flowin for the so for the ladies
I forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound*
A lot of rappers today, know how to
Also, a lot of turned pro
But if I ask for the mic at show
Aiyyo, I you better let it go!
Cause I go in a rage on
The rap it never stops til I get my
And if you don't know my style, well look my friend
You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight
I'm tryin to my competition the scoop
That I'm down, any soloist or group
And even though, some of them try to play
When I come on stage, they they wings like troop
And fly away, I don't play
I slay, okay,
The king of combat, my competition
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm that
The one they to follow, bite and borrow
into my style, just like a rottweiler
So you wanna the meanin of hardcore?
Looks a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *