Yo, on the m-i-c right about now, I go by the name of big kane. i got my Man scoob lover on the side of me, dj mister cee on the of steel, dre on The film and marley on the boards. we do a little something like this:
[big like it hard and some like it soft, Yo, bust the as I set it off. But a minute... ...yo scoob, up? me a moment as I interrupt. For For
singing] You the stylish clothes we wear, And you like our flat-top of hair. It's just bugged out things we do That the girles wanna stare.
Like when we're chillin' the crew. Or drinkin' old english brew. (both) straight from the not the cup, And it gets us more than fucked uuuuup... And I it yall.. ..like it yall... it yall... ...like it yall. Scoob lover, won't you hype it Well, I'm the s-c double-o uh. Ladies come to me, be your midnight horror. a flat top? come to scoob, I'm the barber. Of da ville. And right. Try to step to us, watch you get, 'cause me and big not havin' it. Well, the big daddy, so all hail. Save your wack rhymes, your female. Pass the old gold, the ale, Cash food stamps, get the wic out the mail. to eat shrimps, but I never eat snail. Eat a whole except for the tail. food in the fridge so it don't get stale, And when there's nothing to eat, I my nails. So lover, you know your rhymes are kickin', Get on the mic, you know you eat chicken. Now-now-now, i'm-a a order for a scooby snack, Not at the restaurant becuse I don't eat cats. Now who in the world can eat these? I'm at home, I chow down with ease, And say "more sausage, mom, please? " right, mommy dukes, she feeds me swell. Coffee on the table, orange as well. Some of the I say are outspoken, to have you chokin'. mcs are the one I'm yokin'. Kane, I'm outta here, I I'll use my token. I'll through the gate if the turnstile's broken. Big daddy, if down with me, Get on the mic on the count of One, two, three... Now I'm a black brother out to succeed, So step aside as I the lead. Sexy young of a light-skinned breed. *you got-you got what I need!* Outstanding, kind, and loyal. Drove all the way to maco just to my oil. 'cause I'm the only child, you think I'm spoiled. Touch the young ladies make their blood boil. I got the ...hmm...hiccups, me, sorry. Score a 100 gs time I play atari. Put a in the old gold, blast the bacardi. On the floor, hype moves I be freakin'. Makin' new steps up every weekend. Not abbot and or laurel and hardy, I'm only to par-ty!
Yo, check it out, check it out. the music down, turn the music down. the music down...here we go (here we go)...
We end it like this in the place yall. It's like yall, and you don't stop. Now, the name kane is to many people; It means king nobody's equal. I hate to brag, but I'm good! And if mics were a gun, I'd be eastwood. And if rap was a game, I'd be valuable poet on the m-i-c. And if rap was a school, I'd be the principal. Aw fuck it, the is invincible. To be specific, I may die one day But my rhymes will remain a heiroglyphic. It's a special skill, that takes much practice. I got it good; apparently you this. So in turn, sit and learn, Listen close, this is for own concern. Let me show ya, exactly how it's done: Lights, camera, action!