"this is a world premier and I'm here.."   -> _it's hard being the kane_      [big daddy kane]   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   And I won't have to do no-body work   The minute I come on stage and take position   A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh   I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it   Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it   People'll start singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it   To show and to prove to the people   The man that really is the king in it   Cause I take the cake like hostess   No, not the one you wanna play high post with   Warm it up kane, warm as a snorkel   Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful   I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet   The flavor to jam and slam the land   I flip the script like nobody can   It's like they lack the crowd to get live   And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic   They're frank with force, cause you know, kane comes off   See me and the mic go together like neighbors   And if that's too fast, here's a slower flavor   You see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand..   No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can   Rip the microphone to shreds   Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin   For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me   You shouldn't address me cause you can't impress me   So don't test me, boy, I say you better move over   Yeah, yeah, huh   Many people tried to say I fell off   He went r&b, now his rap is all soft   But if you say that on stage, I'll prove you wrong   And wax that ass, rappin off a love song   Cause with the street in all battles I'm still hard   Like a mallet, servin competition like salad   I'm gonna give you some damn good advice g   Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea   Cause now you're comin in the danger zone   There no man, can withstand, or hold his own   I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise   Even if you put a condom on the mic that I use   That won't protect ya, I still can effect ya   Cause I flip the script, like a movie director   I'm makin the non-believers believe what I'm dishin up   And people that's still fans, will be air conditioners   Why golly gee, I'm the hypest   The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous   In other words, by knowledge and degrees   You gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze   A black man, you know I got, soul   For rockin the track and sparkin the mic that I hold   Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies   I didn't forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound*   A lot of rappers today, know how to flow   Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro   But if I ask for the mic at your show   Aiyyo, I think you better let it go!   Cause I go in a rage on stage   The rap it never stops til I get my props   And if you don't know my style, well look here my friend   You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight then   I'm tryin to tell my competition the scoop   That I'm breakin down, any soloist or group   And even though, some of them try to play souped   When I come on stage, they spread they wings like troop   And fly away, cause I don't play   I slay, okay, okay?    The king of combat, my competition scat   Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll that   The one they like to follow, bite and borrow   Lock into my style, just like a rottweiler   So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore?    Looks like a job for..      * cut n scratch "big daddy" *