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Its Hard Being The Kane

Uhh! Put your weight on it

Uhh, and uh, Prince Paul, bring me on and uh

Aiyyo Botch, bring me on and uh

Mad Money Murph just bring me on and uh

Just bring me on, yo



This is a world premier and I'm here

A presentation beyond compare

So MC's step to the rear as I break through

Girls say ooh and then skip to my loo

That means dance as I get smooth with

Poetic perfection that you can groove with

Just like a passenger, hurry and fasten your seatbelt

cause I'm about to start broadcastin

the words of wisdom, so turn up the system

loud and clear, I don't want no one to miss one

word to be heard never blurred or slurred

The preferred is absurd, all the damage that's occured

As I break MC's like a lumberjack

Ain't no comin back, you can't get none of that

I'm not the type of MC to be merciful

So if your name ain't Jermaine take it personal

Cause like a vigilante I'm gonna kill off any

sucker MC that tries to withstand me

With the mic in my hand I start flowin then

all competition flee and start goin in

the other direction, run for protection

Cause I can burn an MC like an erection

You're too small kid, don't get involved with

the verbal law for the Nation of Islam

Wisdom I speak makes your head nod

Showin I got the power, and that's from bein born the God

But many doubt my Knowledge of Self

But they're just illiterate, so I don't consider it

Feedin off poison that's pollutin their mind

and that's the reason I don't swine

I gotta maintain, accelerate my brain

and god damn, it's hard being the Kane



Give it to me! C'mon!

C'mon! Uhh!

Give it to me! Give it here!

Give it to me! Yeah..



This is the proper way man should use ink

But you're at your brink and your rhymes are extinct

Just like a dinosaur, but you never find a more

cause mine'll keep sellin on wax like some kind of whore

Let me inject this, flow of electric currency

for all the party people preferrin me

and spectatin like a tourist, cause you never

saw this style of rap kickin like Chuck Norris

But this ain't Kung-Fu, no I just brung you

a style, that phony MC's were too young to

digest, when I manifest, you adolescent

So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson

And this one's for your listenin pleasure

Somethin for all the bitin MC's to treasure

Just like a diary, for you to admire me

before you're put in the Dead Poet's Society

Cool as a draft, droppin math in a paragraph

I laugh as the wrath break in half, your whole staff

But many MC's were able to retreat

Runnin like an athlete, but I got bad feet

So I don't chase ya, nor do I wait to face ya

Nah it ain't in my nature

I just rip shop, flip-top, and watch MC's get dropped

as I manifest in hip-hop

Rhymes I construct are tough like a Tonka truck

And just like lightnin they struck

down on all the toy MC's that annoy

That's how I build and destroy

The poetic printer, rough rhyme inventor

with a groove so smooth you can't help but get into

So I'm advisin competition to flee

cause I can bake an MC like Chef Boyardee

Holdin my own on the microphone

Cause I break bones just like sticks and stones

So let it rain let it rain as I put em in pain

God damn, it's hard bein the Kane!



Give it to me! Get up!

Come on! Uhh!

Give it to me! Come on!

Give it to me! Yeahhh



Put in a pause, because here's the holocaust

Above all laws, in effect and all yours

Cause I came to blaze a taste of bass of grace

A replace, erase the waste without a trace

My vocabulary will just have you very

dazed and amazed so I fear no adversary --

that means competition

They can't even touch this, even with ammunition

Break out the gauge and go into an outrage

and I'ma still blow up the stage

Cause this is a death threat, but don't let your sweat get

in the way of your vision don't be missin when I get set

to go on a rampage, start a one man rage

Total destruction as I rip up the damn stage

And leave it in ruins from the damage that I'm doin

to prepare the atmosphere, as I put you in

the mood for the Smooth Operator to start this flow

And so..

I crushed and crushed and stomped the comp that tried

to get fly and face the ace I put em in place

Proceed em, retreat em, defeat em, delete em, and feed em, and eat em

and all the rest of that good stuff, cause I don't need em

Only one survivor can remain

And god damn, it's got to be the Kane!



Get up! Give it to me!

Give it here! C'mon!

C'mon! Give it to me!

Uhh! Put your weight on it

Big Daddy Kane

Its Hard Being The Kane / Big Daddy Kane

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