Looks Like a Job For...

Things been said, plenty rumors been spread
Many many many new jacks got it in they head
That they can raise up on this and put the kane in fright
Heheh.. yeah right!
Listen, you're just as soft as baby powder
Don't let your mouth get you in somethin
Your rhymes can't get you out of
Some good advice is don't even come out my way
You better press up on chucky if you're lookin for child's play
Cause i'm a grown ass man in total command
One of the best to ever be and
No other can ever take a stand
When i kick a verse the scene becomes so scary
That niggaz get quiet like a library
I pick up the mic like a hunter in hot pursuit
Oh you want some of this? then put that mic on mute
Because you'll be in more danger than penelope pitstop
Point blank, you get your shit dropped
I got a death blow whenever i throw
With double impact to take out the whole row
Huh, i start swingin again and again
You'll hear so many "ooh ahhs" you'll think it was boyz ii men
I break down, shake down, proceed down, beat down
Back down, smack down, rip down, get down
Showdown, throwdown, rundown, come down! *dj rewinds*
Here's a little message for your own concern
You try to press up on this and get burned
A battle with a non-believe is what i yearn
Damn, niggaz never learn

"niggaz!" -> eazy-e
"this is for your own concern.."
You must learn" -> krs-one *repeat all 3x*

If you ever see a jam playin you can bet that damn kane
Will make it sparkle and bubble like champagne
Dom perignon i'm the don of the set
And i'll bet, that the girls, will agree
That the b, the-i-g, d-a-double-d-y superfly feel
Like ron o'neal, gets ill, i got it goin on
Word is bond, i'm more dangerous
Than michael jackson - hah, sha-mon!
So, i don't attract with the wick-wick-wack
So take a step back, you new new, new jack
Cause young boy, all of your rhymes are pre-natal
Mines are fatal, cause i got the hand that rocks the cradle
So stay in your crib pen, before you get did in
Uhh, i mean done in, you gets none and
The last rapper to press up on me wrong was..
.. ummmm.. damn it's been that long!
So competin is not a smart decision
Cause i start to dissin, then start dismissin
You're tryin to battle with me well god damn scram
The style that you're usin is as old as a trans-am
Update yourself just like an 850
Shift see, oh what's the use you still can't with me
Many mc's tried their best to press up
But i guess, their best, wasn't goooooood enough!
I'm not robert townsend but every time i speak
I'll leave a rapper's chest beatin like he had five heartbeats
Knockin out comp like rocky balboa
And i make more noise than a lawnmower
For my stacks i worked hard to earn (* kane starts rapping real fast *)
Bein the bigger the better the badder the boss
The brother to break em when bringin the bomb
To blow up the boogie down... * inhales, deep sigh *
Damn niggaz never learn!

One-fifty-eight lewis avenue
Between lafayette and van buren, that was back during
The days of hangin on my bed-stuy block
With spence and mitch, followin my cousin murdoch
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
By the way, peace to my man sha and big neal
Now in ninety-three i'm still bein me
You think my 'fridgerator ain't full of olde e? huh
A lot of times i get fly with a suit and a tie
Yeah i went from rags to riches but i still rock the saggy britches
And i don't try to act brand new
Eatin escargots and usin words like "rendezvous"
The ghetto life i've seen a lot overcome
Make a little money and then forget where they came from
Livin a plastic lifestyle, you're more false than dentures
Don't make me pull your file -- stop shammin!

"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] stop shammin!
"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] stop shammin!
"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] stop shammin!
"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)

So why you wanna be what you're not?
And claim to have things that you know you ain't got
You're just a fantasizer -- spendin all your money
On lustrous pink oil moisturizer
Just to make your hair curly and thin
You say, "black is beautiful," but then you go and bleach your skin
Money you're worse than yacub
Cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two
Plus you got a bad case of jungle fever
And nmmana-nah-nah i just can't believe ya
It's quite obvious you don't wanna be a black man
So what's next - you're gonna join the klu klux klan?
You sold out to your race and it's a big disgrace
You can't look your own people in the face
You wonder why it ain't no black schools or hospitals
You're makin millions of dollars and it's pitiful
That you can donate to leukemia all the time
But you can't give the nation of islam a dime
They mention muslims, you change the subject
You can't even shake farrakhan hand in public
That whole busy attitude is a sham
Umm bro, umm brother, umm.. brougham, stop shammin!

"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] stop shammin!
"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] stop shammin!
"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] stop shammin!
"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
"change the groove and funk it up a little bit"

I look in the mirror, at times i say, "damn black caesar;
How'd you get to be the woman pleaser?"
Cause i remember when girls didn't notice me
And now they wanna come and talk to me like jodeci
It's strange, how back in the days i couldn't get with em
Now all of a sudden the honies they wanna give me rhythm
Well i'ma hit it, but still i show no pity
So i hope you don't think you gonna be in my next video
And many brothers i never even ran with
Be actin like they been hangin with me since i was a kid
I mean just to get a piece of the action
Man they start rememberin more times than michael jackson
But i can't fade to the tag-alongs
That want me to drag em on
Frontin like a friend just so i can put em in
But you cuttin yourself paper thin - stop shammin!

"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] stop shammin!
"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] stop shammin!
"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] yo, stop shammin!
"stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2x)
[kane] and i'm out

It's hell up in harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're respected
Brothers'll still try ya if they think you're butt-naked
So i went uptown to get the low-down
To see who made the whole thing go down
Word on the streets had it
Some kids from the bronx with automatics
Came to start static
Some new jacks at the game
Tryin to get a name
Had a point to prove
Wrong move
So i can't wait to get em all straight
It's a big payback when i retaliate
Steam, i gotta let it off
And i can't wait to set it off
To revenge my main man that's gone
And as sure as my name is kane, word is bond
The beef is on

(once again it's on)
(you got beef)
(once again it's on)
(you got beef you better save it for the muthafuckin meat market)

It's time to show them how to get hard
Callin a hit squad and pull all these clown's ciddard
For tryin to friddont and fiddake the middood
But when i get riddude - awesome dude
So i took a little trip to brooklyn
Bedstuy do-or-die is where i was lookin
For my boys from roosevelt, albany and marcy
Plus i got a posse over in canarsie
I'm talkin about ill brothers that don't play
They sit around watchin 'scarface' all day
So here we go, headed up to they scene
Twenty deep in a van like the a-team
We rolled up to see what this joint's about
When one of my boys in the van just pointed em out
So without delay we reacted
And started shootin like it was target practice
When they saw that we wasn't messin around
One tried to run, so i had to chase him down
I caught the kid by the corner store deli
Kicked him in the belly like i was jeff kelley
I did his jugular vein something violent
Came back to see my crew made the rest silent
We sent fifteen bodies to trapper john
Cos the beef was on

(once again it's on)
(you got beef)
(once again it's on)
(you got beef you better save it for the muthafuckin meat market)

(i don't happen to trust people
I sort of figured if you thought i was weak
You'd mop the street up with me
And i got to kill a lot more of your people
To put you in your place)

(you send your boys in i send em back in a paperbag)

Many screamed about a homicide
But when i came to shut em down all the drama died
I plead insanity when i got a jam with me
And we roll like the corleone family
I bring the boys that'll bring the noise
In the aftermath everything's destroyed
Like a crew of barbarians
And brothers that want beef, i make em vegetarians
So don't even front and try to put it as if you're ruff
Cos soon as i see ya, best believe i'ma call your bluff
And everyone else that tried to press up on me tuff
Have fallen and they can't get up
My game is a ill one
Cos i'm a real one
Lorda mercy
Nuff controversy
A gangster, a khan
A pimp and a don
Waitin for the beef to be on

[scrap lover]
Surprise! guess who's on the rise?
And competition, i'm takin, and breakin em down to size
I operate around the clock like city bus
Never take five, cause yo when you rest, you rust
Be advised, that i pack heat for beef
I'm knockin brothers out the box, and knockin out teeth
Twenty-one years young and i got the knack
(you got it!) to attack and scoop girls like a set of jacks
Ruff rhymes that rag any rap herb
Built by the best to bust swerves like a sharp curve
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack track
Twice as nice, but smooth as silk
Somebody writin for scrap, is like givin a cow milk
I release, to make it hard for the fellas to cease
Cause i'm the type to make noise, i don't make peace
Here's a new jack, ready to swing
And bring the hype type of freestyle rhyme for the crowd to sing
Some say there's a party, but it looks like a job to scrap
I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap
Me and ?slap?, we run together through the city
The nitty gritty, always together like titties
By any chance that i do get burnt
You better believe that i'm comin back, just like a tax return

"here comes kane, scoob, scrap"
Here we go y'all! (6x)
"here comes kane, scoob, scrap"
Here we go!!

[scoob lover]
Move over to the side, let a slim brother wreck it
It's that scoob lover kid, so pull up a chair and check it
When i get wild like heathcliff, or dennis the menace
It's like food to a fat man, finished
I bust your head like a apple (a apple)
And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that it's snapple
And wait around my way for your crew, who's next
Cause i be lookin out my window with a nine like malcolm x
There's no comp, they all got stomped so
Dream on.... dream away.... well okay!
And play like shante, and _have a nice day_
I drop rhymes that go boom (boom!)
And i can get funky like a high school locker room
Don't even think that i'm country country bamma
Scoob is hittin harder than a heavy heavy sledgehammer
I rock songs to make your grandmother dance
My rhymes are more together than a girl in biker pants
I'm never backed up, i never once had a fronter
Boy i get more beeps than a roadrunner *beep-beep*
I never sweat the girls when it comes to a phone call
I got things sewn up tighter than a football
So skip to my loo or get stomped by my crew
Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a damn thing new

"here comes kane, scoob, scrap"
Here we go y'all! (6x)
"here comes kane, scoob, scrap"
Here we go!!

[big daddy kane]
Here comes the prince of darkness ready to spark this
And show the people just who is the hardest
Ruff and rugged, kind of similar to a nugget
But yet and still, i manage to keep the groove, smoove
Rebel for wreck them rappers i dissect them
Cause anything i say on the mic will affect them (how?)
So bad, they gotta run for shelter
So rappers take flight like they work for delta
They know i ain't havin it, styles with no crab in it
Fakin and flakin it child, you're sadly mistakin
Cause who's a rapper here that kane rip on the mic
And start flowin *zoom* yo yo yo, where you goin?
That's how they flee from me, the b, the i-g
Damn man, you know my pedigree, huh
The gangsta, murdera, killa to ya
For sure endure to injure him or her
The breaker the taker money-maker never a faker
My lyrics are built like schwarzaneggar
So all my competition gets destroyed
You need to put your weak rhymes on steroid
For you to ever to press up on the mightiest man
To rip a show and flow, provin that competition can't go
Because i do all, it's easy for you to fall
I move all rappers like my name was u-haul

"here comes kane, scoob, scrap"
Here we go y'all! (6x)
"here comes kane, scoob, scrap"
"and mister cee"

"well it's the kane"
"bring me on, and ah"
"scoob lover"
"bring me on, and ah"
"scrap lover"
"bring me on, and ah"
"here comes kane, scoob, scrap scrap scrap"

"well it's the kane"
"bring me on, and ah"
"scoob lover"
"bring me on, and ah"
"scrap lover"
"bring me on, and ah"
"here comes kane, scoob, scrap and mister cee"

On the black ceasar tip, my dialogue is just like
A frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog
I'm the untouchable, never to be took out
A sexy mother.. ooh child, prince look out!
I'm keepin girls of all shades on my trail
From a sister act down to a single white female
Cause when i hit the skins they all say, "damn kane -
You knock out the bush like a presidential campaign"
But if you think that lickin toes makes me weak
You better treat me like freddy krueger: don't sleep
I write raps, ready to rip and rock real rough rhymes
Run in rugged and raw, rapidly ruinin roaches
Point blank - i spell murder to a bum
All you backwards rappers - redrum, redrum!
Cause i do em somethin awful, break em down to a morsel
Makin sure that you're no longer adorable
Rappers get so quiet when i'm comin, that if they
Shitted a dictionary, you couldn't get a word from em
It's sort of a tradition in bed-stuy to do or die
So steppin to me is suicide
I couldn't think of a rapper takin mines
I feel like ali, "i'm the greatest of all times"
Floatin like a butterfly, stingin like a bee
Yeah i know this ain't boxin but that's still my pedigree
But as for you, you have no appeal
How you get a record deal?

Like shell-toe adidas, ain't a damn thing changed
The way i shoot off lyrics like a firin range
Breakin out in a cold sweat - the death threat
Gettin more props than a movie set
The smooth microphone assassin, rhymes keep blastin
Uhh, i keep the body count massive
But if you say you increased the bodycount troop
You must admit that you joined ice-t's group
Cause you ain't hurtin niggedy nuthin, so why you bluffin?
Tryin to be the new big daddy somethin
But there's only, before me, no one is ?, huh
You couldn't come pryor if your name was richard
Cause i'm the alpha and omega
Arm-leg-uh-leg-uh-arm-head, stayin raw til i'm dead
And to battle me you shouldn't even try
Cause with wings on your tongue, you still couldn't say nothin fly
And i don't care if you bring a crew
And i don't even care if someone else writes for you
Man you could even be someone the crowd may just like but shoot
You couldn't see me with a bifocal mic
Check my resume, rap masters, word up
Yo! mtv, bet, the box and all that good stuff
And billboard for my five year duration
And see that i got more spots than a dalmation
Let's get down to finish this large
You could bring on your whole squad, none of you chumps are hard
All that garbage you mumble ain't real and seriously, seriously
How you get a record deal?

A lot of rappers today, wonder
Should i ask kane to write rhymes for me to say?
Well you're god damn right you should
Cause my rhymes are like spandex, they make any ass seem good
So act like you know baby pop
When i riggedy rock the higgedy hip-hop non stop, as i
Freak the funk and flip the flavor to flow with the flyest
A fury full force in the flames of the fire, now
May these mc's rest in peace
Because when i come to town, the population decrease
I leave em finished, dead and that's that, huh
Not even pet semetary could bring em back
I slay my pray, a to k, i tell em like jennifer holiday
No no no no no noooooooooooo way!
That you could ever touch this, no you know how i feel?
I think you bought your record deal..

"this is a world premier and i'm here.."
-> _it's hard being the kane_

[big daddy kane]
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
And i won't have to do no-body work
The minute i come on stage and take position
A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it
Soon as i start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it
People'll start singin it, noise oh i'm bringin it
To show and to prove to the people
The man that really is the king in it
Cause i take the cake like hostess
No, not the one you wanna play high post with
Warm it up kane, warm as a snorkel
Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
The flavor to jam and slam the land
I flip the script like nobody can
It's like they lack the crowd to get live
And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic
They're frank with force, cause you know, kane comes off
See me and the mic go together like neighbors
And if that's too fast, here's a slower flavor
You see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand..
No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes i can can, yes i can can
Rip the microphone to shreds
Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me
You shouldn't address me cause you can't impress me
So don't test me, boy, i say you better move over
Yeah, yeah, huh
Many people tried to say i fell off
He went r&b, now his rap is all soft
But if you say that on stage, i'll prove you wrong
And wax that ass, rappin off a love song
Cause with the street in all battles i'm still hard
Like a mallet, servin competition like salad
I'm gonna give you some damn good advice g
Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea
Cause now you're comin in the danger zone
There no man, can withstand, or hold his own
I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise
Even if you put a condom on the mic that i use
That won't protect ya, i still can effect ya
Cause i flip the script, like a movie director
I'm makin the non-believers believe what i'm dishin up
And people that's still fans, will be air conditioners
Why golly gee, i'm the hypest
The power to maintain, and sustain, cause i'm righteous
In other words, by knowledge and degrees
You gotta say god bless, and i don't mean when i sneeze
A black man, you know i got, soul
For rockin the track and sparkin the mic that i hold
Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies
I didn't forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound*
A lot of rappers today, know how to flow
Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro
But if i ask for the mic at your show
Aiyyo, i think you better let it go!
Cause i go in a rage on stage
The rap it never stops til i get my props
And if you don't know my style, well look here my friend
You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight then
I'm tryin to tell my competition the scoop
That i'm breakin down, any soloist or group
And even though, some of them try to play souped
When i come on stage, they spread they wings like troop
And fly away, cause i don't play
I slay, okay, okay?
The king of combat, my competition scat
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, i'm alllll that
The one they like to follow, bite and borrow
Lock into my style, just like a rottweiler
So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore?
Looks like a job for..

* cut n scratch "big daddy" *