Bring it On (Big Daddy Kane freestyle)
Posted: September 8th, 2024, 2:51 pm
I get people listening
It's the magnificent, lifted men
As a method of discipline
Everyone that get their heart too confronted with me
Suicide
Before 50 the street it's do or die
Now who am I?
Earth starts shaking from the reptocenter
The mouth feeds through the epicenter
They get the fender
I'm on a hunt
They all lob on the front
Drone men start screaming
It's that time of the month
So tell me what I would credit for that and get it
And bend it with your head in bed and jet it
Forget it before I set it
Tell me this
Who you really think'll last more?
I see the windex stains on your glass jaw
Surpass your fragile and lame attack
You must be kidding
Now what part of the game is that?
Alright now, you done been warned and I'm about to perform
And once I say that, it's on, it's on, better go home
Your direction, feel the wrath of me
Something blows you cats up on the mic, ain't gonna see
It's I, itself, with raps that I express well
Great, fool, flack, a fly, bugler, that's self
Mr. Stupid, elegant, vocab, intelligent
What I bring to rap would be the missing element
It's evident, from lyrical skills and playing
Tell the truth
You wish you thought of some of the stuff that I be saying
I freestyle across east, west, south, and north
Lyrical abilities wouldn't leave a profound divorce
All can come, let's see who's first to fail
Just one verse of hell across your whole personnel
You step to the originality
Then you wanna be a replicant with your style
Don't you know
It's a goddamn shame what you're trying to proclaim?
Cats be talking like they're pimps, who leg in my game?
I don't know what you're figuring
But you got yourself in the worst predicament
You can see it again, man
I step through you, press up hard, handle mine
I get the dollar signs and slide like genuine
Now how can one black man be this low-key?
Lay back, sipping Remy Martin BS
You know me
Female persona
Went to my controller
Twisting girls' backs like an ab roller
It's the magnificent, lifted men
As a method of discipline
Everyone that get their heart too confronted with me
Suicide
Before 50 the street it's do or die
Now who am I?
Earth starts shaking from the reptocenter
The mouth feeds through the epicenter
They get the fender
I'm on a hunt
They all lob on the front
Drone men start screaming
It's that time of the month
So tell me what I would credit for that and get it
And bend it with your head in bed and jet it
Forget it before I set it
Tell me this
Who you really think'll last more?
I see the windex stains on your glass jaw
Surpass your fragile and lame attack
You must be kidding
Now what part of the game is that?
Alright now, you done been warned and I'm about to perform
And once I say that, it's on, it's on, better go home
Your direction, feel the wrath of me
Something blows you cats up on the mic, ain't gonna see
It's I, itself, with raps that I express well
Great, fool, flack, a fly, bugler, that's self
Mr. Stupid, elegant, vocab, intelligent
What I bring to rap would be the missing element
It's evident, from lyrical skills and playing
Tell the truth
You wish you thought of some of the stuff that I be saying
I freestyle across east, west, south, and north
Lyrical abilities wouldn't leave a profound divorce
All can come, let's see who's first to fail
Just one verse of hell across your whole personnel
You step to the originality
Then you wanna be a replicant with your style
Don't you know
It's a goddamn shame what you're trying to proclaim?
Cats be talking like they're pimps, who leg in my game?
I don't know what you're figuring
But you got yourself in the worst predicament
You can see it again, man
I step through you, press up hard, handle mine
I get the dollar signs and slide like genuine
Now how can one black man be this low-key?
Lay back, sipping Remy Martin BS
You know me
Female persona
Went to my controller
Twisting girls' backs like an ab roller