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Big Daddy Kane w Scoob, Sauce, Shyheim, - Show and Prove

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Verse One: Scoob

Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man`s right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don`t play, I`m from the hill where shit is real
And I`ll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I`m hitting hard, oh word, I`m gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that`s dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can`t get no cards
You couldn`t deal with Scoob if we was playin cards
But if I got beef and it`s time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join a army, you still couldn`t battle
So where you from? England, you somebody great?
You burnin Scoob, "I don`t think so mate"
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain`t dope"
Leave me alone when I`m rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you`re down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won`t ya show and prove

Verse Two: Sauce

Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn`t do it
I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N-B-A style, fann-tastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don`t get plenty play
Win Lose or Draw, I`m bookin whores, anyway
As I get ready I`m steady if I go crazy I`d take Eddie
if I was Fred, I think I`d have to bone Betty
Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I`m duckin, nay
Nada no never meaning ain`t no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast, and you can HAND over your ass
One line and that`s fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it`s time to show and prove

Verse Three: Shyheim

Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that`s in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record
I`m psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin
when I`m thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I`ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son
My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in effin foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I`m the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you`re down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won`t ya show and prove

Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane

Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? Huh
Not even Michael Jordan`ll gamble that much, yo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
Ahh yeah, that`s that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
and see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that`s feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn`t give me no run
I see the way you`re trying to get to me,
but with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G
You`re hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn`t last a minute with
The non-resistable, non-competible
No-No-I`m-Not-Sayin-I`m-The-Best, I`m just sayin I`m fuckin incredible!
And let`s just make one more thing understood
That if I FART on a record, TRUST me nigga it`ll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you`re down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it`s time to show and prove

Verse Five: Jay-Z

Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z
Hey G!
I`m breaking MC`s up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
I`m buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I`ve been in it runnin a hundred miles I`m well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can`t fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain`t no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
I`m like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it`s in the pocket, baby mop it don`t knock it
till you try it, once you start, you can`t stop it
I`m the cocky breed, I`m dope like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick and stop jockin me
When I bust a rhyme you`re diggin the sound
I know you lovin the way it`s, goin down baby
So Ason huh, if you`re down with the groove, why don`t ya
Get on the mic and show and prove

Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard

Come on
Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don`t you ever forget
You couldn`t get a FLICK, of the hype outfit
Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream "OW!"
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head
Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I`ll be like "Well god damn what`s the recipe?"
I don`t know, I ask my momma she don`t know
she says "GO ASK YOUR GOD DAMNED FATHER!"
It`s all about me in the place to be
Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it`s a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
YO!, SOUNDS FLY RIGHT? DANGER!!!

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