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