Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put Your Weight on It, artist - Big Daddy Kane. Date of issue: 20.06.2011
Song language: English
Put Your Weight on It |
| One for the ace and two for the deuce |
| If you’re ready Mister Cee cut the record real loose |
| and uhh, test test test test, oh yes |
| I wanna bless the mic, I caress with finesse |
| Back off the microphone, you can’t wreck it none |
| I’m like a nine, and you’re just a Naked Gun |
| Some type of new jack, steppin in the area |
| kind of reminds me of Eddie Murphy, Coming to America |
| But you can’t approach this, rhymes are too ferocious |
| Do the knowledge as I quote this |
| Freddie Krueger, walkin on Kane’s street |
| Five chapters and I still ain’t been beat |
| Bout time I turned the microphone loose |
| Anyone after me is just an excuse |
| Even the level of the devil or Exorcist |
| can’t get next to this |
| This is mayhem, so competition, say when |
| You’re thinkin that you’re ready, so I can just play him |
| or them, no matter the quan-tity, you don’t want to be in this battle, so just flee |
| Cause I leave em panickin when I start damagin |
| Kickin this swift, leaves you stiff, like a mannequin |
| And frozen, this is a mind explosion |
| as the chosen flows in, the competition throws in the towel, my sharp tongue is like a license |
| I strike like Mike, Tyson I be icin |
| Breakin the mic in half, just like a psychopath |
| But still smooth and cool, just like a draft |
| Leave the metro scared and petrol |
| Ain’t No Half-Steppin', so I don’t sweat no MC |
| cause Michael Jackson couldn’t say it clearer |
| My only comp is the man in the mirror |
| So any pretender, you never been to the death zone, this is the wrath, do not enter |
| These ain’t the grounds for MC’s to be wanderin |
| These is the grounds that the Kane is conquerin |
| Lyrics are bright and recite on the mic to excite |
| delight, ignite, a bright light and a fright night |
| for types who bite, to be quite like |
| the man with mic swingin all tight, but can’t get it right |
| You’re just a sloppy, cheap carbon copy |
| Sent to ride off in the sun, said Kemosabi |
| As the Kane remains everlasting |
| With lyrics that’s fast relief like aspirin |
| So allow me to relieve, or breathe contact |
| your brain and remain like hairweave |
| Cause I can reach each participant with a speech |
| that will teach, and have em hangin like a leach |
| And yes still puttin rappers in fear |
| So hold it right there, cause this is a nightmare |
| As I cause a killer scene, and cut like a guillotine |
| Any thoughts you had about winnin is still a dream |
| Or more like a fantasy, tell me why can’t you see |
| There ain’t a way that you can touch or stand on me You talk about how many rappers you slayed |
| But I’m like a renegade, so I never been afraid |
| so don’t say hi to this Asiatic descendant |
| Just say peace and everything’ll be splendid |
| Peace! |
| Mister Cee, put your weight on it Boy put your weight on it, put your weight on it Put your weight on it Put your weight on it Mister Cee, put your weight on it! |
| I’m outta here! |