Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Set It Off, artist - Big Daddy Kane. Album song Long Live The Kane, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1987
Record label: Cold Chillin', Warner
Song language: English
Set It Off |
| Verse 1 |
| Let it roll, get bold, I just can’t hold |
| Back, or fold cos I’m a man with soul |
| In control and effect, so what the heck |
| Rock the discotheques and this groove is what’s next |
| Attack, react, exact, the mack’ll move you with |
| A strong song, as long as you groove to this |
| I keep the crowd loud when you’re hype |
| Do damage onstage and injure the mic |
| As I shoot the gift MC’s stand stiff |
| While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif |
| Feel my blood fist, or my death kiss |
| The rap soloist, you don’t want none of this |
| Supreme in this era, I reign with terror |
| When I grab the mic believe you’re gonna hear a |
| Fascinatin' rhyme as I enchant them |
| So let’s all sing the Big Daddy anthem |
| Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro |
| I entertain again and Kane’ll never have no |
| Problem, I can sneeze, sniffle and cough |
| E-e-e-even if I stutter Imma still come off |
| Cos rappers can’t understand the mics I rip |
| They sure enough ain’t equipped, that’s why they got flipped |
| But my apparatus is up to status |
| Don’t ask who’s the baddest, of course that is |
| The maker, breaker, taker, my rhymes ache the head |
| Put it to bed, so watch what is said |
| Save the bass for the pipe and rearrange your tone |
| Or take a loss and be forced in the danger zone |
| Cos I get ill and kill at will |
| Teachin' a skill that’s real, you’re no thrill |
| So just stand still and chill as I build |
| Science I drill until my rhymes fill |
| Your head up… don't even get up |
| The teacher is teachin', so just shut up |
| Verse 2 |
| Rappers, take a step back, or you will soon regret that |
| You ever had to confront me and you can bet that |
| I come correct, perfect, in full effect |
| Disconnect, dissect, eject as I wreck shop |
| Stand in command with the clan |
| Caravan or van, we go man for man and |
| Without further ado or any delay |
| Mister Cee as we say, call him the DJ |
| Mad Money Murf with the triple M |
| Smooth the barber keepin' my flat-top trim |
| Scoob Lover my brother, Scrap Lover my other |
| Dancin' with the crew so allow the boys to smother |
| The floor, and endure just for your pleasure |
| As the microphone lord proceeds to get raw |
| Acrobatic, Asiatic, rap fanatic |