Lyrical Gymnastics

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Big Daddy Kane

Antonio Hardy (born September 10, 1968) better known by his stage name Big Daddy Kane, is a Grammy Award-winning American rapper who started his career in 1986 as a member of the rap group the Juice Crew. He is widely considered to be one of the most influential and skilled MCs in hip hop. Regarding the name Big Daddy Kane, he said: "The Big Daddy part and the Kane part came from two different things. The Kane part came from my fascination with the martial arts flicks when I was young." The Big Daddy part came from the name of a character Vincent Price played in the film Beach Party. more »

Year:

1994

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Do you know, what you're goin through? 
Do you like this style of rap that I'm showin you? 
The way I flow for you, do you know? 

Yeah baby c'mon 
Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song 
Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon 
Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song 
One double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor 
And put some real lyrics back in the hardcore 
What I'm used to hearin, I can't believe it's gone 
But now just like a grill inside Burger King, the beef is on 
When I come, rappers begin to speak in degrees 
I even make Sisters With Voices Weak in the Knees
So run for your lives, Kane with the pen 
Is like Freddy with the glove full of knives 
Who want to test these skills, come see how it feels 
I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got refills 
You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin 
If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't touch em 
Man, I'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat 
And you know, sometimes it's so sad that 
Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type 
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right 
Here's the news, you lettin the word hardcore be misused 
You ain't never paid dues 
Be for real, you ain't tough yet 
The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin you a ruffneck 
Your whole image is a damn sham 
I'm glad in this business I didn't forget who I am 
I always remain the Kane inside a battle 
Never to walk in anyone's shadow 
I do my own thing, I do a thing of my own 
And with my competition I let it be known 
That battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son 
Six million ways to die, choose one! 
My rap style is like a poisonous vemon 
We might as well be havin sex, the way that I put it in em 
And do I crush MC's, are you kiddin me? 
If rappers were grapes, I'd have a whole wine distillery 
So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, then I blow 
A rapper off the map, with the rap, when I flow 
Then hit you with the skill that is ill, and I know 
That all of this is good to go, cause yo 
That's the way the flavor always come 
The rhymes they flow accordin to the drum 
The Brooklyn style cause that is where I'm from 
You want the funk so let me give you some 
I flip on the flow on the track, just like that 
Amazin the people the style of the rapppin, is quite fat 
I'm lickin the lyrics and shootin the gat, on the mic black 
And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that 
The Smooth Operator is mellow with the saxophone 
Settin the tone that make the girls relax and moan 
'Cause all the ladies I'm givin em lots of love 
Hittin more skins than a boxing glove, good God 
The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some 
From tall to short to thick, even the slimmie ones 
Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of Olde E 
And none of you players can control me 
You get the chance to see a true mack man 
With skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks than 
Taller than anybody else's stacks it seem 
'Cause the Kane get more paper than a fax machine 
The unforgettable, rhymes are too poetical 
Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical 
And I hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine rumors 
'Cause Kane is makin a comeback, like Puma's! 
I get rough G, and set it on your whole damn company 
And Bogart, like my name was Humphrey 
When I get through, there'll be no more of them 
As many rappers I burnt, I should open a crematorium 
I make mad MC's give me my P's 
If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these 
N-you-T's, like the you-N-V's 
I leave you down on your knees, down on your knee-heeees! 
Razor sharp, many ways of art 
Source rings the chart, people praise the God 
For kickin the flows so fantastic and this one here 
We're callin it Lyrical Gymnastics 

Uh, so baby baby c'mon 
Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the rhymes to the song 
Uh, ah baby baby c'mon 
Suki suki c'mon, and I'm gone!

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