Git Bizzy

Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go) Who's that smooth fellow flowin to this tune? The fact is, I never left 'Cause I'm everlastin and my rhymes keep blastin Soon as I pick up the pen and relate it to paper That's the beginning And for you Filthy McNasty MC's, that's the ending 'Cause when I grab the microphone just like a gun You know them doo-run-run-run, them doo-run-run Heh, I'm not your ordinary lyricist No one'll compare at this, as far as raps, pssh, I'm takin care of this I work the stage like a slavehand And keep the girls screamin just like Captain Caveman I did shows at the same arena that held Ike and Tina And the Chi-Lites, song have you seein her Puttin me on after Jennifer Holiday, ain't no thing Because I still come off, after the fat lady sings Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Here we go, Shalamar style That means the Second Time Around so pump the sound As I progress to bless the mic and strike the stage Enraged arouse the crowd to jump and pump their fists And twist their waists with grace and clap and snap And move and groove cause I'm still, so, smooth If you compare the Big Daddy to a Caddy I'd be an Allante, suave as Belafonte Interplanetary and extraordinary (hmm, what about poetic?) Mmm, very! I'm even heard it said that I was the ultimate Well maybe just a little bit And competition I'll explain to them That this don't even pertain to them To try to flow like this will crack your cranium So to the rear and let the Prince of Darkness spark this Like a vampire, bloodthirsty, uhh, have mercy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy As we enter into the third half, for this paragraph I want to take all of the people that's leaping along with this tune To another plateau they never been too -- as I continue With somethin funky to get into Give me a James Brown, Funkadelic, or Prince beat And watch me turn the microphone to minced meat I tear the roof off the mother as soon as my lips pucker 'Cause I'm a bad mother Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy Set it off Kane, get busy I'm a bad man!