Big Daddy Kane - Looks Like A Job For... Lyrics
This is a world premier and Im here..-> _its hard being the kane_[big daddy kane]Nobody move, nobody get hurtAnd I wont have to do no-body workThe minute I come on stage and take positionA demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huhI start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in itSoon as I start flingin it, girlsll start clingin itPeoplell start singin it, noise oh Im bringin itTo show and to prove to the peopleThe man that really is the king in itCause I take the cake like hostessNo, not the one you wanna play high post withWarm it up kane, warm as a snorkelSnatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awfulI give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yetThe flavor to jam and slam the landI flip the script like nobody canIts like they lack the crowd to get liveAnd raw from all the brothers who smothered the micTheyre frank with force, cause you know, kane comes offSee me and the mic go together like neighborsAnd if thats too fast, heres a slower flavorYou see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand..No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can canRip the microphone to shredsBuck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffinFor havin a rapper that try to battle will stress meYou shouldnt address me cause you cant impress meSo dont test me, boy, I say you better move overYeah, yeah, huhMany people tried to say I fell offHe went r&b, now his rap is all softBut if you say that on stage, Ill prove you wrongAnd wax that ass, rappin off a love songCause with the street in all battles Im still hardLike a mallet, servin competition like saladIm gonna give you some damn good advice gBreak out, before there be some sugar honey iced teaCause now youre comin in the danger zoneThere no man, can withstand, or hold his ownI burn a rapper so bad that it bruiseEven if you put a condom on the mic that I useThat wont protect ya, I still can effect yaCause I flip the script, like a movie directorIm makin the non-believers believe what Im dishin upAnd people thats still fans, will be air conditionersWhy golly gee, Im the hypestThe power to maintain, and sustain, cause Im righteousIn other words, by knowledge and degreesYou gotta say God bless, and I dont mean when I sneezeA black man, you know I got, soulFor rockin the track and sparkin the mic that I holdNot just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladiesI didnt forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound*A lot of rappers today, know how to flowAlso, a lot of amateurs turned proBut if I ask for the mic at your showAiyyo, I think you better let it go!Cause I go in a rage on stageThe rap it never stops til I get my propsAnd if you dont know my style, well look here my friendYou saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight thenIm tryin to tell my competition the scoopThat Im breakin down, any soloist or groupAnd even though, some of them try to play soupedWhen I come on stage, they spread they wings like troopAnd fly away, cause I dont playI slay, okay, okay?The king of combat, my competition scatPockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, Im alllll thatThe one they like to follow, bite and borrowLock into my style, just like a rottweilerSo you wanna know the meanin of hardcore?Looks like a job for..* cut n scratch big daddy *
