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Big Daddy Kane Veteranz Day Uncut, Pure (original Remix) See the crowd in an uproar acting unstable Here comes dark gable raps remarkable Mic ripper, cash flipper, cristal sipper Derrie're batalliere that's french for ass whipper Long time putting work in this, to be tremendous If i'm not the best then i'm 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 that's 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 that's 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 here's 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 it's as if as you Was invisible it'll 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 That's the other side of the game and i ain't erykah badu Black caesar, don't you even reach my way You'd sooner find a vital point that's 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, don't want to tempt me I come kicking through your door, unlawful entry It be me, even though none of y'all want to see me For real, damn i know how jehovah's 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 couldn't 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 ain't 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 ain't clickin' Is the way y'all legalize trickin' You talk about your ride and you don't 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, it's 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 i'm 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 i'm making them resign, diminish mine Runnin' through them like a finish line Chorus |
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