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    Big Daddy Kane

    Uncut, Pure

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    See the crowd in an uproar acting unstable
    Here comes Dark Gable raps remarkable
    Mic ripper, cash flipper, Cristal sipper
    Derriere batalliere thats French for ass whipper
    Long time putting work in this, to be tremendous
    If Im not the best then Im a damn striking resemblance
    I roll the dice on the streets that be cold as ice
    And cause great disturbance just like a poltergeist
    I come attacking this enrage to disengage the missing page
    To the newest in age thats hitting stage
    For I be one that knows the art
    To get you up and out your seat, if you was Rosa Parks
    Tell me how much can you take from me the man to make
    Rhymes thats so butter my breath smell like land o lakes
    You know the lick, seen me hit em like a brick
    Plus my posse run thick, not that click from Mario flick
    Beware of one of the best they be
    You wanna test the God I hope you mean a SAT
    Because your poetasterous style it plain bore me
    Pardon the vainglory, but heres the Kane story
    [Chorus]
    Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door
    About to give you more of the raw
    Point yo hands up to the sky
    [Verse 2]
    Fuck the chorus
    And let the lyrics sit up in the track like rigamortis
    I spit a few to listen to when this I do its as if as you
    Was invisible itll make your life miserable
    Hip-hop icon, keep a grip like a python
    I be that wrong one to get fly on
    Boy you got to get that playa hatin out you
    Thats the other side of the game and I aint Erykah Badu
    Black Caesar, dont you even reach my way
    Youd sooner find a vital point thats on Priest Pai Mae
    I heat it up to where I pasteurize half the guys
    A fast demise disaster lies as he dies
    Confront one of the best at rhyming
    What I write it be so rough that my ink pen need alignment
    The untouchable, dont want to tempt me
    I come kicking through your door, unlawful entry
    It be me, even though none of yall want to see me
    For real, damn I know how Jehovahs witness feel
    I remember how I formed it up
    Cause I took what was raw and then I warmed it up
    Turned the fire down to simmer as I calmed it up
    But take a look I think the Kane about to overcook
    Come and get it, but you better come with paramedics
    Cause you couldnt bring it to me if you worked for Fed Ex
    I come cutting through split his gut in two
    I touch em what em do you know the style aint nothing new
    [Chorus]
    Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door
    About to give you more of the raw
    Point yo hands up to the sky, high
    Get on down baby we keep it live
    [Repeat]
    [Verse 3]
    A good game it lets the plot thicken,
    but the thing that just aint clickin
    Is the way yall legalize trickin
    You talk about your ride and you dont even got one
    But I can pull a hot one, when inside of a Datsun
    The wicked in the bed, plus the wicked in the head
    When I shoot the game, its like my tongue got infra red
    Let the Messiah take you higher as I supply ya what you require
    Desire and admire it entire
    Sudden impact as Im guttin em black
    Closest thing to me would be; nothin in fact
    I come with more in skill, to always score and kill
    Females adore and thrill, sweeter thang than Lauryn Hill
    As I return with a vengeance, here comes the day of independence
    Approach them all with some bad intentions
    In other words Im making them resign, diminish mine
    Runnin through them like a finish line
    [Chorus]
    [ Uncut, Pure Lyrics ]
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