Big Daddy Kane - Death Sentence Lyrics
I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole setIm about as bad as you can getComin from bed-stuy, thats where they do or dieForget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh myIts not a fairy tale, a myth, its a musical upliftAnd Im the wrong one to mess withI roll on rappers like a cherokee, bake em up merrilyJust like the cooks at sara leeErase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your faceAnd place a neck brace, about-faceAnd get to steppin, because my lethal weaponIs blowin too fast, while youre slow as catherine hepburnWhat you need is a little more speed, style and flavorBut it still wouldnt save yaSo to the rear, step off and let the man flexCuz I can hang tighter to the groove than spandexI snatch the mic whith grace, always with a planAnd ceell cut the recored up like edward scissorhandsRock the soul shack, I cant hold backFour years standin and I still got the knackCuz I remember when I first did itThe comments that were goin around from the next criticLike yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?And now my black ass is still here like billy joelOne hip-hopper that dont have to sound properMy broken english you can still distinguishAnd I dont have no image or no gimmicksAnd I dont have no bounds or no limitsThe kanell keep goin, and growin, and flowinAnd showin any mc, I got the best finesse to manifestCuz I pull cards like some type of retardHittin mcs hard, and any other rass claaadIm the predator to any competitorScorchin and damagin and stompin et ceteraAnd any mc that tries to test meIm swellin up his jaws mor than dizzy gillespieCrushin all dreams you thought were possibleI turn into nightmares you have in the hospitalI couldnt count the rappes I be servinIf defeat was sex, huh, Id be a virginMy match aint been found, movin around, breakin em downWhere the ground, never the clown, how that sound?Dont get gassed, cuz boy you wont lastSo take your crippled rhymes and put em in a castYoure too pathetic, bring in a paramedicTo heal your sick rhymes, cuz man, you aint poeticYoure just a cheap little hooker and I gotta overlook aMc thats wack, ya little boggerAnd stand clear of the mic that Im rippinAs im......? ? ?And get your jury and a good defendantCuz Im servin a death sentence...
