Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Long Live the Kane, artist - Big Daddy Kane. Album song Long Live The Kane, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1987
Record label: Cold Chillin', Warner
Song language: English
Long Live the Kane |
Party people in the place |
Embrace the bass as I commence to pick up the pace |
And make you motivate, and accelerate |
Cause like Tony the Tiger, I’m greeeat! |
Always seem to come off, hard for you somehow |
I mean, me being wack, oh come come now |
That’s quite ridiculous, so just admit you was |
Thrilled, it’s on your face, and it’s conspicuous |
Not that you’re on this, but my performance |
Is rather exquisite, so hard is it |
Or supremacy, that’s the perfect definition |
But rappers keep wishing to be in my position |
Know good and damn well they ain’t no competition |
Huh, I gotta give it to you kid, that’s ambition |
For you to perpetrate the role of me, the Big Daddy |
The Big Father, nah don’t even bother |
Cause that would mean you would have to teach |
Each and every one idiotic son |
Trying to make it, you can’t fake it |
The rhymes I recite are fully dressed and yours are butt naked |
Your speech is weak, while my mine stands strong |
So, all hail the man that’s here to live long |
You know you heard this voice before somewhere |
And when I said that I’m the Kane, you said «oh yeah» |
«That brother that used to rhyme on stage with Biz |
Oh he’s def,» you know what time it is |
But this time I’m not assisted on the microphone |
More like Patti Labelle, on my own |
Just single-handed, the mic I commanded |
Phony MC’s don’t understand it, and it |
Is the real thing like the taste of Coke |
So never sleep on me, better stay awoke |
Like a gambler in Vegas, I go for broke |
To make a long story short, yo I ain’t no joke |
I take time and care in whatever I’m doing |
And when I rock a party, I make sure that you en- |
Joy what you’re hearing as I entertain |
So hip-hip hooray, long live the Kane |
I got the freedom of speech to use it anyway that I choose it |
So all hail to the music |
On exhibit, get with it, now here’s my ring |
The original supreme being Black man |
Point blank, the cream to rise supreme |
As those go below like a submarine |
Reaching and teaching a lesson that I’m giving |
Addressing and impressing the crowd, so how we living |
Fine in mind, to decline is out of line |
So pardon this brother as I give you mine |
To say I’m not, don’t even diss yourself |
Cause at times, I have to jump back and kiss myself |
Long live the K, the A, the N, the E |
I say the end will be |
A big movement, by the time I’m through |
And that’s coming from a Black man’s point of view |
Now pardon me for just changing the issue |
But all you sucker MC’s, it’s a must that I diss you |
The way y’all be fronting has made me disgusted |
Now I’ma set you straight, so so yo yo, bust it |
Rappers try and hang and just swear that they can party |
But the style that I’m using is just like karate |
So if we ever battle you’re bound to be through |
Because I got a black belt in Rap Can Do |
No I’m not Chinese, it’s just rhymes like these |
That destroy an MC with black belt degrees |
You’re rocking a party, trying so hard to get loose |
Kid sound awiiite, but I can’t taste the juice |
Therefore, the job is left to me |
So I get the party kicking just like Bruce Lee |
But I won’t stop there, I still rock a little harder |
While the toy MC’s step and say, sayonara |
Long Live the Kane (x2) |
Break it down |