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  • #31
    Rappers stepping to me they want to get some
    But I’m the Kane, so yo, you know the outcome
    Another victory
    They can’t get with me
    So pick a BC date cause you’re history
    I’m the authentic poet to get lyrical
    For you to beat me, it’s gonna take a miracle
    And, stepping to me, yo that’s the wrong move
    So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?
    Competition I just devour
    Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
    Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn
    I got it good, now let me tell you who I am
    The B-I-G D-A-double D-Y K-A-N-E
    Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many
    I’m different, so don’t compare me to another
    Cause they can’t hang, word to the mother
    At least not with the principal in this pedigree
    So when I roll on you rappers, you better be
    Ready to die because you’re petty
    You’re just a butter knife, I’m a machete
    That’s made by Ginzu, wait until when you
    Try to front, so I can chop into
    Your body, just because you try to be basing
    Friday the 13th, I’mma play Jason
    No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
    The name is Big Daddy, yes Big not little
    So define it
    Here’s your walking papers, sign it
    And take a walk
    As the Kane start to talk, cause...

    Ain’t no half-steppin’
    I’m the Big Daddy Kane
    (3 times)

    My rhymes are so dope and
    The rappers be hoping
    To sound like me, so soon I’ll have to open
    A school of MCing, for those who want to be in
    My field in court
    Then again on second thought
    To have MC’s coming out sounding so similar
    It’s quite confusing for you to remember
    The originator, and boy do I hate a
    Perpetrator, but I’m much greater
    The best oh yes I guess suggest the rest should fess
    Don’t mess or test your highness
    Unless you just address with best finesse
    And bless the paragraph I manifest
    Rap prime minister, some say sinister
    Non-stopping the groove, until when it’s the
    Climax, and I max, relax and chill
    Have a break from a take of me acting ill
    Brain cells are lit, ideas start to hit
    Next the formation of words that fit
    At the table I sit, making it legit
    And when my pen hits the paper, ahh ****!
    I stop and stand strong over MC’s
    And devour with the power of Hercules
    Or Samson, but I go further the length
    Cause you could scalp my cameo and I’ll still have strength
    And no, that’s not a myth, and if you try to riff
    Or get with, the man with the given gift of gab
    Your vocab, I’ll only ignore
    Be sleeping on your rhymes till I start to snore
    You can’t awake me, or even make me
    Fear you, son, cause you can’t do me none
    So, think about it if you’re trying to go
    When you want to step to me, I think you should know that...

    Ain’t no half-steppin’
    I’m the Big Daddy Kane
    (3 times)

    I appear right here and scare and dare
    A mere musketeer that would dare to compare
    Put him in the rear, back there where he can’t see clear
    Get a beer, idea or near stare, yeah
    So on to be want to be competition
    Trying to step to me--must be on a mission
    Up on the stage is where I’mma get you at
    You think I’m losing?
    Psst, picture that...

    Ain’t no half-steppin’
    (3 times)
    Mister Cee, step to me...

    The name is Big Daddy, you know, as in your father
    So when you hear a def rhyme, believe that I’m the author
    I grab the mic and make MC’s evaporate
    The party people say, damn...that rapper’s great
    The creator conductor of poetry
    Et cetera, et cetera, it ain’t easy being me
    I speak clearly so you can understand
    Put words together like letter, man
    Now that’s dictation, proceeding to my innovation
    Not like the other MC’s, who are an imitation
    Or an animation, a cartoon to me
    But when I’m finished, I’m sure that you are soon to see
    Reality, my secret technique
    Because I always speak with mentality
    I put my title in your face, dare you to base
    And if you try and come get it, yo I’mma show you who’s with it
    So if you know like I know, instead of messing around
    Play like Roy Rogers and slooow doown
    Just give yourself a break, or someone else will take
    Your title, namely me, cause I’m homicidal
    That means murder, cause I’m about to hurt a-
    Nother MC, that try to get with me
    I’ll just break him and bake him and rake him
    and take him and mold him and make him
    Hold up the peace sign...
    Assalam Walaikum

    You Youngsters don't know Nuthin bout that! BEYOTCH!!!
    If someone uses one of your quotes, it really means that they agree with it and they're upset they didn't get the chance to say it first---- Dave Navarro 1991

    The main reason I don't like the Bronco's is because every time I see their logo it reminds me of my drunk boyfriend who used to write his name in the snow with his urine then belch the letters of Elway's name----- Sandra Bernhard 1993


    • #32
      Haha! The Shield goes Old School

      Here's some more old school:

      Me and Kid Sensation and that home away from home--
      In the Black Benz Limo, with the cellular phone--
      I'm callin' up the posse, it's time to get rippin'--
      The freaks a need a sunroof, to keep you sucka's trippin'--
      Everybody's lookin, if your jealous turn around--
      The AMG kick keeps us closer to the ground--
      we're gettin' good grip from the 50 series tires--
      the Alpine's bumpin', but I need the volume higher--
      cause the 808 kick drum makes the girlies get dumb--
      we're rollin' Rainier, and the jealous wanna get some--
      Every time we do, the sucka M.C.'s wanna battle--
      I'm the man they love to hate, the J.R. Ewing of Seattle--
      Picked up the posse on 23rd and Jackson--
      headed for the strip, yes we're lookin' for some action--
      the limo's kinda crowded, the whole car was leanin' back--
      Maharaji's watchin' T.V. with two girlies on his lap--
      On Martin Luther King.....the set looks kinda dead--

      we need a new street so posse move ahead--
      we all look kinda' SWASS the crew you can't forget--
      the Mix-a-lot posse co' rippen' up the set--

      My Posse's on Broadway........

      UhhhRrrollin' with my posse we're gettin' kinda' bored--
      there's not another posse with more points scored--
      we don't walk around like criminals or flex like big gorillas--
      my homeboy Kid Sensation is the teenage lady killa'--
      Maharaji's on the def side dancin' like a freak--
      the girlies see his booty and their knees get weak--
      Larry is the white guy people think he's funny --
      a real estate investa' who makes a lot of money--
      Clockin' lots of dollas' we all got gold--
      cruzin' in the Benz ain't got no place to go--
      wheelin' 23rd we saw nuthin' but thugs--
      the girlies was too skinny from smokin' all them drugs--
      cause the rock man got 'em and their butts just dropped--
      the freaks looked depressed 'cause the Benz won't stop--
      at 23rd and Union the driver broke left--
      Kevin shouted Broadway it's time to get def--
      my girl blew me a kiss, she said I was the best--
      she's lookin' mighty freaky in her black silk dress--
      the closer that we get, the crazier that I feel--
      the posse's on Broadway it's time to get ill--

      My Posse's on Broadway.........

      Cruzin' Broadway and my wheels spin slow--
      rollin with my posse is the only way to go --
      the girlies by the college was lookin for a ride--
      we tried to pick them up but we had no room inside--
      we put them on the trunk, we put them on the hood--
      some sat up with the driver they made him feel good--
      the posse's gettin' bigger, there's much too many freaks--
      the muffler's draggin', my suspension's gettin' weak--
      Now the posse's gettin' hungry, and Mix-a-Lot's treatin'--
      we stopped at Taco Bell, for some Mexican eatin'--
      but Taco Bell was closed, and the girls was on my tip--
      they said, "Go back the other way, we'll stop and eat at ****'s"--
      ****'s is the place where the crew hang out--
      the SWASS like to play, and the rich flaunt clout--
      posse to the burger stand, so big we walk in two's--
      we're gettin' dirty looks, from those other sucka crews--
      Kid Sensation dropped a $20, and didn't even miss it--
      skeeza from anotha' crew, she picked it up and kissed it--
      her boyfriend's illin', he went to slap her face--
      My homeboy P.L.B. co' sprayed the boy with mace--
      'Cause I never liked a punk, who beat up on his girl--
      if you don't have game, then let her leave your world--
      We took the girl with usssssss....with him she rode the busssss....
      she gave the boy the finga', and the sucka starts to cussssss....
      boy I gotta def posse, you gotta bunch of dudes--
      you're broke co' cryin' bout the rock-man blues--
      you beat up on your girl, and now you're all upset--
      she's with the Mix-a-Lot posse, on the Broadway set--

      My posse's on Broadway.............


      • #33
        More old school:

        War at 33 and a third
        Haven't you heard
        I got quick and clever at the level
        Of a scientist, with, this list
        My fist pumps chumps and don't miss
        Sorry majority grudgin' against the enemy
        And any other ***** with an attitude see
        And any other rapper who's a brother
        Could speak to one another
        Get smothered by the other
        Kind, not so divine
        Said I heard through the grapevine
        Sent the feds out to get mine
        Time yo-yo to go bronco in 90-91
        Laughing while they're sittin' on my 98
        Accelerate the race
        From this place
        Look at my face
        And then you hate but you don't wanna debate
        Make haste, can I live my life
        Without 'em treating every brother like me
        Like I'm holding a knife
        Alright, time to smack uncle sam
        I don't give a damn
        Look at the flag, our bloods a flood
        Without credit, black and close to the edit
        I fed it you read it, just remember who said it

        War at 33 and a third
        Not really live, I'd rather do it at 45
        Went west in a quest for my intelligence
        Climbed a fence, took a teacher on
        Ain't seen him since
        Hence he winced and convinced
        That the black was back
        Revolving to a rennassiance
        Bronze to gold all told, felt bold
        Taught a so-called teacher our role
        In civilizing the whole globe
        Banned, unplanned as I sinned
        I don't break down religion, why?
        There a ain't a smidgen for a pidgeon
        Ain't nature for a bird, dog, worm or lion
        So my question to man is
        So why the lyin'?
        God's law I saw as natural, factual
        Only man creates his waste
        Defiance in his haste
        Based on a scheme, a scam
        from some mastermind
        Damn we read it, still be blind
        No need to search a fake church
        Evangelical hustler
        Anglo taxin' to muscle ya
        Check, I wreck, you guess yes
        All the bullsh*t, yeah
        Now that's progress

        War at 33&1/3 - Public Enemy


        • #34
          Come gather 'round people
          Wherever you roam
          And admit that the waters
          Around you have grown
          And accept it that soon
          You'll be drenched to the bone.
          If your time to you
          Is worth savin'
          Then you better start swimmin'
          Or you'll sink like a stone
          For the times they are a-changin'.

          Come writers and critics
          Who prophesize with your pen
          And keep your eyes wide
          The chance won't come again
          And don't speak too soon
          For the wheel's still in spin
          And there's no tellin' who
          That it's namin'.
          For the loser now
          Will be later to win
          For the times they are a-changin'.

          Come senators, congressmen
          Please heed the call
          Don't stand in the doorway
          Don't block up the hall
          For he that gets hurt
          Will be he who has stalled
          There's a battle outside
          And it is ragin'.
          It'll soon shake your windows
          And rattle your walls
          For the times they are a-changin'.

          Come mothers and fathers
          Throughout the land
          And don't criticize
          What you can't understand
          Your sons and your daughters
          Are beyond your command
          Your old road is
          Rapidly agin'.
          Please get out of the new one
          If you can't lend your hand
          For the times they are a-changin'.

          The line it is drawn
          The curse it is cast
          The slow one now
          Will later be fast
          As the present now
          Will later be past
          The order is
          Rapidly fadin'.
          And the first one now
          Will later be last
          For the times they are a-changin'.

          --Bob Dylan
          "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." --Albert Einstein


          • #35
            I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
            And the heavens open every time she smiles
            And when I come to her that's where I belong
            Yet I'm running to her like a river's song

            She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
            She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

            She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
            And when I come to her when the sun goes down
            Take away my trouble, take away my grief
            Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief

            Yes I need her in the daytime
            Yes I need her in the night
            Yes I want to throw my arms around her
            Kiss her hug her kiss her hug her tight

            And when I'm returning from so far away
            She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day
            Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole
            Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul

            --van morrison
            "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." --Albert Einstein


            • #36
              Atmosphere - Sound is Vibration (you gotta hear this song you hip hop lovers)

              ...But for every killing there\'s a reason and its not just emcees, man!
              I\'m watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep
              To take the first step, to have to kill off to make this world perfect...
              ...We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalpel, then peeled it
              Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip
              Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets stung
              A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man! You had to choose the ripest one
              That said it all, it comes from inside ,and how you ride
              the sound wire when it\'s live and the vibes feelin right
              Catchin\' the motion given by rhythms when you hit \'em on time
              with lines, makin\' sure your rhyme soundin\' tight
              Your voice should travel without the babble of the average emcee
              so listen please use discretion when you breath
              sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a vision
              and then comes the style and precision...
              ...It\'s the noise it makes, to generate the passion I have
              It\'s the void it breaks, that stimulates when mics get grabbed
              It takes shape - escapes from these vocal chords I have
              Atmosphere: music makers from the Rhymesayers lab...
              ...Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it
              Blessed with insight, friends and affluences
              Thats what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings
              Inspiration stems from love and stress compounding
              Stamina: that is achieved over the course of time
              in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind
              defined as lyricist - the Atmosphericist
              makin sure you fear this hit every time you hear this ****...

              So so sick I will hit you some more tight underground raps


              • #37
                Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead

                A green plastic watering can
                For her fake chinese rubber plant
                In a fake plastic vase

                That she bought from a rubber man
                In a town full of rubber plans
                To get rid of itself

                It wears her out
                It wears her out
                It wears her out
                It wears her out

                She lives with a broken man
                A cracked polystirene man
                Who just crumbles and burns

                He used to do surgery
                For girls in the eighties
                But gravity always wins

                It wears him out
                It wears him out
                It wears him out
                It wears...................

                She looks like the real thing
                She tastes like the real thing
                My fake plastic love

                But I can't help the feeling
                I could blow through the ceiling
                If I just turn and run

                And it wears me out
                It wears me out
                It wears me out
                It wears me out

                And if I could be
                Who you wanted
                If I could be
                Who you wanted

                All the time
                All the time........


                • #38
                  some more slug with the atmosphere for you guys...
                  This one is called Love Life, and there is a lot of hidden meaning but the overall message is positive.

                  Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows
                  Becoming A piece, of everything that grows
                  Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game
                  Came empty handed and left the same
                  A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell
                  The border in between is full of everything you felt
                  Some cling to A cross because they're tired and lost
                  They leave it up to the weather to measure the cost
                  And everytime I look within I recognize the darkness
                  Familiar to the image of the artist
                  Staring at the bathroom mirror in A strangers apartment
                  Can't remember her name, don't remember how I got here
                  But here I am, thinking about death again
                  Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in
                  I need to check my friends as well as my next of kin
                  To let them know I love them all to the end
                  And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep
                  I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes
                  And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a few last words
                  I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream "Love your life!"
                  Love your life, quite cliche but I guess thats me
                  A ball of pop culture with some arms and feet
                  As discrete as I've tried to keep the drama and cancer
                  It's no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answers
                  I never expected a bowl of cherries
                  I'm just a virgo trying to find my own version of the virgin mary
                  And when I let them carry me to a cemetary

                  I wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity

                  Now, how many times must you prove you're an angel
                  How many more demons do you have to strangle
                  How much longer must you remain in this dream
                  Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius

                  How many times must you prove you're an angel
                  How many more demons do you have to strangle
                  How much longer must you remain in this dream
                  Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius

                  Let no tears to fall from none of y'all
                  Just remember it all, the beauty as well as the flaws
                  L-O-V-E L-I-F-E
                  Here lies Sean, finally free
                  And as I look across the sea I smile at the sun
                  While it feeds the weeds the nutrition they need
                  The people still breathe, the city still bleeds
                  I'm going to love it to death and keep planting my seeds
                  I'm going to love it to death and keep an eye on the seeds
                  I'll be in love till im dead, I keep reaching the seeds
                  I'll give all I got left just to teach you to read
                  Love life to the death and keep planting my seeds
                  And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep
                  I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes
                  And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last words
                  I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream (Love your life)

                  Love your life and be unique is what that says to me.


                  • #39
                    "I'll Never Get Tired Of You" by King's X

                    simple words
                    i have in mind
                    nothing more between the lines
                    i have heard
                    that love is blind
                    if its true then i will find
                    I'll Never Get Tired Of You
                    from my heart
                    i want to say
                    but the words get in the way
                    millions of ways
                    to say the same
                    even though the feelings change
                    i never get tired of you
                    oh no oh yeah
                    never never i never get tired of you
                    Oh no......because I love you

                    Everybody's gotta elevate from the norm...

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