Death Sentence - Big Daddy Kane.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Big Daddy Kane
[00:02.13]I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set
[00:04.89]I'm about as bad as you can get
[00:06.48]Comin' from Bed-Stuy, that's where they do or die
[00:08.46]Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my
[00:10.67]It's not a fairy tale, a myth, it's a musical uplift
[00:13.25]And I'm the wrong one to mess with
[00:15.12]I roll on rappers like a Cherokee, bake 'em up merrily
[00:17.45]Just like the cooks at Sara Lee
[00:19.18]Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase
[00:20.73]Unlace your face and place a neck brace, about-face
[00:23.29]And get to steppin', because my lethal weapon
[00:25.44]Is blowin' too fast, while you're slow as Catherine Hepburn
[00:27.68]What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor
[00:30.63]But it still wouldn't save ya
[00:31.85]So to the rear, step off and let the man flex
[00:33.85]Cuz I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex
[00:36.09]I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan
[00:38.09]And Cee'll cut the recored up like Edward Scissorhands
[00:40.44]Rock the soul shack, I can't hold back
[00:42.38]Four years standin' and I still got the knack
[00:44.62]Cuz I remember when I first did it
[00:46.51]The comments that were goin' around from the next critic
[00:48.52]Like "Yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?"
[00:50.56]And now my black ass is still here like Billy Joel
[00:52.86]One hip-hopper that don't have to sound proper
[00:55.00]My broken English you can still distinguish
[00:57.09]And I don't have no image or no gimmicks
[00:59.19]And I don't have no bounds or no limits
[01:01.34]The Kane'll keep goin', and growin', and flowin' a
[01:02.99]And showin' any MC
[01:04.06]I got the best finesse to manifest
[01:05.66]Cuz I pull cards like some type of retard
[01:07.81]Hittin' MCs hard, and any other Rass Claaad
[01:10.26]I'm the predator to any competitor
[01:12.08]Scorchin' and damagin' and stompin' et cetera
[01:14.50]And any MC that tries to test me
[01:16.45]I'm swellin' up his jaws mor than Dizzy Gillespie
[01:18.61]Crushin' all dreams you thought were possible
[01:20.75]I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital
[01:22.96]I couldn't count the rappes I be servin'
[01:24.70]If defeat was ***, huh, I'd be a virgin
[01:27.10]My match ain't been found, movin' around, breakin' 'em down
[01:29.10]Where the ground, never the clown, how that sound?
[01:31.32]Don't get gassed, cuz boy you won't last
[01:33.36]So take your crippled rhymes and put 'em in a cast
[01:35.76]You're too pathetic, bring in a paramedic
[01:37.65]To heal your sick rhymes, cuz man, you ain't poetic
[01:40.09]You're just a cheap little hooker
[01:41.28]And I gotta overlook a MC that's wack, you little bogger
[01:44.18]And stand clear of the mic that I'm grippin'
[01:46.09]As I'm rippin' and flippin' and whippin'
[01:47.15]And strippin' and chippin' and dippin' and dippin'
[01:48.41]And get your jury and a good defendant
[01:50.72]Cuz I'm servin' a death sentence...