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    Big Daddy Kane

    Unda Presha

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Somebody get the God Kane, I know hell back you up
    Kick a rhyme spectacular, I think the Nigga think he Blackula
    I seen somebody trying to get him with sunlight
    Somehow it wasnt done right, then he just laced him with one bite
    Go for the jugular vein, thats my new thing
    How did you do it with two fangs, think they were gold like Wu-tang
    Your luck has been changed, youre left strucken with pain
    Well good for your ass kid, thats what you get for fucking with Kane.
    I creep on MCs like po nine and take rhymes the whole nine
    to dig in you rappers like a coalmine
    Now look what I dug me, somebody better turn me off or try to unplug me
    Ooh its starting to get ugly
    Dont miss this, hold on with a clenched fist
    As I tongue the microphone down just like a French kiss.
    Relentless with lyrics that be brutal, hip-hop I stay true to
    Put it on you like voodoo
    [Chorus]
    Unda presha, niggas unfold and felt the heat
    Possessed with the Brooklyn techniques we freak
    Ay yo Kane, hit us off with that shit one time
    They cant believe it, infatuated hardcore rhymes
    [Verse 2]
    When you diggin out your girl from behind, youre gonna find
    The reason that her eyes are closed, Black Caesars on her mind
    Your royal smoothness, honeys out there know how it goes
    Even Cabesa de pollos that habla Espanol
    Dig this now, run for your life to get away but none do
    Even if you escape just tell me who can you run to
    Test the, stupendous, tell me what was you to gain
    Internal bleeding, due to Kane
    Boom bow bow, ooh, the pain
    Nobodys equal, keep it lethal, and diesel, to see to the people
    And reach your cerebral cause thats how we do
    The pain gets inflicted, fake MCs get evicted
    Face it, truth of the matter is just that Im too hard to get with
    Since days of Pro Keds, I shined over mad heads, roll up on you like the Feds
    Rip your whole set to shreds
    A crash or a wreck, because I mash for respect
    Only thing I want to know now, is this cash or a check?
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
    Aint no question,
    Im suffering a bad case of lyrical congestion
    Not the one for testing,
    come mess with and end up with your chest split
    No, not because of cardiac, but because how hard he act.
    Im recognized as the microphone destroyer
    Competition minds in the state of paranoia
    I said if youre scared, get a dog
    So by tomorrow youll probably see 20 rappers walking with Rotweilers
    Your gimmick is primitive, and impotent
    You wont win with it so limit it
    before I make your body start to hemorrhage
    Just when you thought that you was burning me
    You found yourself bleeding internally
    Now you heads is learning see
    I stay in there sincere,
    You commence prayer,
    Your heart begins fear, cause there aint no wins here
    Never kid, even with leverage
    I can rock your headpiece worse than the wop ever did
    I damage a amateur with a lack of stamina
    Petty grammar, leave you for the medical examiner
    You come talking bout some stay real
    Ill have you hitting high notes like Curtis,
    cause of pain that you may feel (Mayfield)
    So many tried to infiltrate, but couldnt penetrate
    Now they disintegrate as money generate
    From who the living legend,
    True indeed, Hip- hop veteran,
    Whip ass is probably out there
    But I swear I never met him
    Gimme mine.
    [ Unda Presha Lyrics ]
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