Big Daddy Kane - Float Lyrics
Manslaughter, walkin on waterI stay afloat with a note, the way a boat oughtaIm too poetically inclined, one of a kindTrue and divine the genuine, breakin a bond and gettin mineSo freeze, Im makin it flow with easeAnd droppin the funkiest lyrics that ever been known to mcsCause I can recite it fast, or even rap slowHuh, man I can just talk and my shitll flowBecause I mastered the rhythms of winnin lyricHit em, just the flow itselfll tell you that I did emSo let the k-to-the-a-to-the-n-to-the-eShow you the meaning of real harmony, as I floatFloat.. float onFloat on.. float on.. (repeat 2x)Peep thisIm always on the down-low, smooth and mildBut when its time to get wild, huh, you know my styleI drop lyrics wham bam by the gram on a jamAnd gooooooood damn!Its like a disaster that nobody goes afterRappers turn ghost like casperCause battlin me, youd only meet your fateYoud probably come out better tryin to fight in kuwaitTo be smart, would be not to startNot even the wiz can give you that much heartRap is like an art.. and man you knowThat kind of makes me like michaelangeloNot to sound conceited, or either to boast with what I saidCause Im too modest to ever lose my level headBut if I ever got bold and said Im higherI can give more reasons than earth, wind & fireMany follow in the footsteps, tryin to get a repOf a lover and a smooth black brotherBut Im knockin imitators out the boxBecause you couldnt copy kane if your name was xeroxIm like the God in light, some of my writing mightBe too much for your mind to explode like dynamiteAnd if it sounds good to you then get on it doggone itCapture this like a kodak moment as I floatFloat.. float onFloat on.. float on.. (repeat 2x)In this third verse, Ill make it sure mentalSee the way that you serve raps like a death penaltySo back up off me, aint nobody stoppin kaneIm shittin on rappers like I never been potty trainedThat means defeatin deletin and beatinWhile all the tenderonis Ill be meatin and greatin and treatinAnd welcome to a new terrordomeWhen I come to roam, you know daddys homeRhymes come at you full powered with mightThey call in the swat team when I start to writeAnd declared my lyrics illegal weapons in every stateSo I can get five to ten for carryin a papermateJust a little bitty taste of thisll burn so badYoull wanna call me the big daddy infernoSo dont even think about a battle, I sail without a paddleIn other words, I floatFloat.. float onFloat on.. float on.. (repeat 2x)
