Hit me, baby (that's right)   Hurt me, baby (that's right)   That-that-that funk   That-that-that-that-   That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk   That's that retarded-like fonk   Like you put your armpits in a drum machine   Good God   Break me off some of that   Come on      Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock   To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock   To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit em   When I get with em, girls I'm in em, smokin like bags of ism   The one that keep amazin y'all, don't even know who you're facin, pa   The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car   The one who created it and many others imitated it   I heard your rap style, kid - hated it   Let me show you how, look here, now check my style   What I spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wow   Ba-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get down   And sway, sway when you hear the music play   Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say   Hey      I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane   He makes the party swing   He turns the mother out   And rips apart things      Then I go...      Da-da-da-da-da   Yeah, I like the way it sound   And I love the way it's goin down   Da-da-da-da-da   You know I like the way it sound   And I just love the way it's goin down      Now, what's this b.s. you're sayin?   And don't try to act like Martin now with all that 'i was just playin'   No need to grief or mourn cause now the beef is on   Boom-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone   Just cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with me   You step to this, I give you mic-o-vasectomy   I only know one person that can come next to me   No, that's a tattle   Cause I can't count my own shadow   A battle? I gots to have it   Unless you're gonna rob me like they give Riddick a win for Chavez   Cause tryin to go against the Kane rappin   Is like a pimp tryina pull a nun - ain't nothin happenin   Clear the way for the one, champion, true black don   Gun gettin the job done take a look, hon   Back up, son, you know you can't get none   Come on, I'm on a whole other level of rap   And it's like that, now show me where the party at      Da-da-da-da-da   Yeah, I like the way it sound   And I love the way it's goin down   Da-da-da-da-da   You know I like the way it sound   And I love the way it's goin down      The B-I-G D-A-D-Y, no, back up and add another D   Come back to the K to the A to the N to the E   Live from New York, the one and only   I give it to you raw for my homies   And to the ladies: I take em lookin somethin fine   It don't mind if we bump 'n grind   If you're with me, jump in line   Because if in my wallet I can find one prophylactic   Then you better believe, girl, that you're gonna get your ass dicked   Hard type of rappers extinct like a dinosaur   The kind you saw rhyme before   But now you never find no more   Steppin to the Kane with some drama to be startin   Because I put em all on ice like Tonya Harding   Back up, boy, I got the whole convoy   Rollin with me on a mission that's to seek and destroy   So, to all the people that's been tryin to talk about me   You better change your name to 5000 cause you're Audi   And if you bring on your crew, I'm steppin to them too   Just put the beat on and watch how I swing through   The groove, with more style than a backstroke   Drivin past my competition like cab drivers do black folks   That's the way I move, I always stayed a Smooth   Operator with data watin for you to play a groove   To turn it out without a doubt and show what I'm about   Good lookin, Brooklyn, yeah, we in the house