Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Hard Being the Kane, artist - Big Daddy Kane.
Date of issue: 20.06.2011
Song language: English
It's 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’mma 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 |