Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't No Half-Steppin', artist - Big Daddy Kane.
Date of issue: 13.02.2020
Song language: English
Ain't No Half-Steppin' |
Mmm, mmm, mmm |
Aw yeah, I’m with this |
I’m just gonna sit here laid back to this nice mellow beat, you know |
And drop some smooth lyrics 'cause '88 |
Time to set it straight, know what I’m sayin'? |
And ain’t no half-steppin' |
Word, I’m ready |
Rappers steppin' 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 B.C. |
date 'cause you are history |
I’m the authentic poet to get lyrical |
For you to beat me, it’s gonna take a miracle |
And steppin' to me—yo, that’s the wrong move |
So what you on, Hobbs—dope or dog food? |
Competition, I just devour |
Like a pit bull against a Chihuahua |
'Cause when it comes to bein' dope, hot damn |
I got it good, now let me tell you who I am |
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 Ginsu, wait until when you |
Try to front, so I can chop into |
Your body, just because you try to be basin' |
Friday the 13th, I’ma 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 walkin' 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 |
Ain’t no half-steppin' |
I’m the Big Daddy Kane |
Ain’t no half-steppin' |
I’m the Big Daddy Kane |
«Down the road» |
My rhymes are so dope and the rappers be hopin' |
To sound like me, so soon I’ll have to open |
A school of emceein', for those who wanna be in |
My field and court, then again, on second thought |
To have MCs 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 paragraphs I manifest |
Rap prime minister, some say sinister |
Non-stopping the groove until when it’s |
The climax and IMAX, 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, hah shit! |
I stop and stand strong over MCs |
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 'til 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 tryna go |
When you wanna step to me, I think you should know that |
Ain’t no half-steppin' |
I’m the Big Daddy Kane |
Ain’t no half-steppin' |
I’m the Big Daddy Kane |
Ain’t no half-steppin' |
I’m the Big Daddy Kane |
«Down the road» |
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 the wannabe competition |
Trying to step to me, must be on a mission |
Up on the stage is where I’ma get you at |
You think I’m losin'? |
Pfft, picture that |
Ain’t no half-steppin' |
I’m the Big Daddy Kane |
Ain’t no half-steppin' |
I’m the Big Daddy Kane |
Ain’t no half-steppin' |
I’m the Big Daddy Kane |
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 MCs evaporate |
The party people say, 'Damn, that rapper’s great' |
The creator, conductor of poetry |
Et cetera, et cetera, it ain’t easy bein' 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 MCs that 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’ma show you who’s with it |
So if you know like I know, instead of messing around |
Play like Roy Rogers and slow down |
Just give yourself a break or someone else will take your title |
Namely me because I’m homicidal |
That means murder, yes I’m out 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, As Salaam Alaikum! |