It's Hard Being The Kane (Album Version) 歌词
| 歌曲 | It's Hard Being The Kane (Album Version) |
| 歌手 | Big Daddy Kane |
| 专辑 | Taste Of Chocolate |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Uhh! put your weight on it | |
| Uhh, and uh, prince paul, bring me on and uh | |
| Aiyyo botch, bring me on and uh | |
| Mad money murph just bring me on and uh | |
| Just bring me on, yo | |
| This is a world premier and i'm here | |
| A presentation beyond compare | |
| So mc's step to the rear as i break through | |
| Girls say ooh and then skip to my loo | |
| That means dance as i get smooth with | |
| Poetic perfection that you can groove with | |
| Just like a passenger, hurry and fasten your seatbelt | |
| Cause i'm about to start broadcastin | |
| The words of wisdom, so turn up the system | |
| Loud and clear, i don't want no one to miss one | |
| Word to be heard never blurred or slurred | |
| The preferred is absurd, all the damage that's occured | |
| As i break mc's like a lumberjack | |
| Ain't no comin back, you can't get none of that | |
| I'm not the type of mc to be merciful | |
| So if your name ain't jermaine take it personal | |
| Cause like a vigilante i'm gonna kill off any | |
| Sucker mc that tries to withstand me | |
| With the mic in my hand i start flowin then | |
| All competition flee and start goin in | |
| The other direction, run for protection | |
| Cause i can burn an mc like an erection | |
| You're too small kid, don't get involved with | |
| The verbal law for the nation of islam | |
| Wisdom i speak makes your head nod | |
| Showin i got the power, and that's from bein born the god | |
| But many doubt my knowledge of self | |
| But they're just illiterate, so i don't consider it | |
| Feedin off poison that's pollutin their mind | |
| And that's the reason i don't swine | |
| I gotta maintain, accelerate my brain | |
| And god damn, it's hard being the kane | |
| Give it to me! c'mon! | |
| C'mon! uhh! | |
| Give it to me! give it here! | |
| Give it to me! yeah.. | |
| This is the proper way man should use ink | |
| But you're at your brink and your rhymes are extinct | |
| Just like a dinosaur, but you never find a more | |
| Cause mine'll keep sellin on wax like some kind of whore | |
| Let me inject this, flow of electric currency | |
| For all the party people preferrin me | |
| And spectatin like a tourist, cause you never | |
| Saw this style of rap kickin like chuck norris | |
| But this ain't kung-fu, no i just brung you | |
| A style, that phony mc's were too young to | |
| Digest, when i manifest, you adolescent | |
| So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson | |
| And this one's for your listenin pleasure | |
| Somethin for all the bitin mc's to treasure | |
| Just like a diary, for you to admire me | |
| Before you're put in the dead poet's society | |
| Cool as a draft, droppin math in a paragraph | |
| I laugh as the wrath break in half, your whole staff | |
| But many mc's were able to retreat | |
| Runnin like an athlete, but i got bad feet | |
| So i don't chase ya, nor do i wait to face ya | |
| Nah it ain't in my nature | |
| I just rip shop, flip-top, and watch mc's get dropped | |
| As i manifest in hip-hop | |
| Rhymes i construct are tough like a tonka truck | |
| And just like lightnin they struck | |
| Down on all the toy mc's that annoy | |
| That's how i build and destroy | |
| The poetic printer, rough rhyme inventor | |
| With a groove so smooth you can't help but get into | |
| So i'm advisin competition to flee | |
| Cause i can bake an mc like chef boyardee | |
| Holdin my own on the microphone | |
| Cause i break bones just like sticks and stones | |
| So let it rain let it rain as i put em in pain | |
| God damn, it's hard bein the kane! | |
| Give it to me! get up! | |
| Come on! uhh! | |
| Give it to me! come on! | |
| Give it to me! yeahhh | |
| Put in a pause, because here's the holocaust | |
| Above all laws, in effect and all yours | |
| Cause i came to blaze a taste of bass of grace | |
| A replace, erase the waste without a trace | |
| My vocabulary will just have you very | |
| Dazed and amazed so i fear no adversary -- | |
| That means competition | |
| They can't even touch this, even with ammunition | |
| Break out the gauge and go into an outrage | |
| And i'ma still blow up the stage | |
| Cause this is a death threat, but don't let your sweat get | |
| In the way of your vision don't be missin when i get set | |
| To go on a rampage, start a one man rage | |
| Total destruction as i rip up the damn stage | |
| And leave it in ruins from the damage that i'm doin | |
| To prepare the atmosphere, as i put you in | |
| The mood for the smooth operator to start this flow | |
| And so.. | |
| I crushed and crushed and stomped the comp that tried | |
| To get fly and face the ace i put em in place | |
| Proceed em, retreat em, defeat em, delete em, and feed em, and eat em | |
| And all the rest of that good stuff, cause i don't need em | |
| Only one survivor can remain | |
| And god damn, it's got to be the kane! | |
| Get up! give it to me! | |
| Give it here! c'mon! | |
| C'mon! give it to me! | |
| Uhh! put your weight on it |
| Uhh! put your weight on it | |
| Uhh, and uh, prince paul, bring me on and uh | |
| Aiyyo botch, bring me on and uh | |
| Mad money murph just bring me on and uh | |
| Just bring me on, yo | |
| This is a world premier and i' m here | |
| A presentation beyond compare | |
| So mc' s step to the rear as i break through | |
| Girls say ooh and then skip to my loo | |
| That means dance as i get smooth with | |
| Poetic perfection that you can groove with | |
| Just like a passenger, hurry and fasten your seatbelt | |
| Cause i' m about to start broadcastin | |
| The words of wisdom, so turn up the system | |
| Loud and clear, i don' t want no one to miss one | |
| Word to be heard never blurred or slurred | |
| The preferred is absurd, all the damage that' s occured | |
| As i break mc' s like a lumberjack | |
| Ain' t no comin back, you can' t get none of that | |
| I' m not the type of mc to be merciful | |
| So if your name ain' t jermaine take it personal | |
| Cause like a vigilante i' m gonna kill off any | |
| Sucker mc that tries to withstand me | |
| With the mic in my hand i start flowin then | |
| All competition flee and start goin in | |
| The other direction, run for protection | |
| Cause i can burn an mc like an erection | |
| You' re too small kid, don' t get involved with | |
| The verbal law for the nation of islam | |
| Wisdom i speak makes your head nod | |
| Showin i got the power, and that' s from bein born the god | |
| But many doubt my knowledge of self | |
| But they' re just illiterate, so i don' t consider it | |
| Feedin off poison that' s pollutin their mind | |
| And that' s the reason i don' t swine | |
| I gotta maintain, accelerate my brain | |
| And god damn, it' s hard being the kane | |
| Give it to me! c' mon! | |
| C' mon! uhh! | |
| Give it to me! give it here! | |
| Give it to me! yeah.. | |
| This is the proper way man should use ink | |
| But you' re at your brink and your rhymes are extinct | |
| Just like a dinosaur, but you never find a more | |
| Cause mine' ll keep sellin on wax like some kind of whore | |
| Let me inject this, flow of electric currency | |
| For all the party people preferrin me | |
| And spectatin like a tourist, cause you never | |
| Saw this style of rap kickin like chuck norris | |
| But this ain' t kungfu, no i just brung you | |
| A style, that phony mc' s were too young to | |
| Digest, when i manifest, you adolescent | |
| So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson | |
| And this one' s for your listenin pleasure | |
| Somethin for all the bitin mc' s to treasure | |
| Just like a diary, for you to admire me | |
| Before you' re put in the dead poet' s society | |
| Cool as a draft, droppin math in a paragraph | |
| I laugh as the wrath break in half, your whole staff | |
| But many mc' s were able to retreat | |
| Runnin like an athlete, but i got bad feet | |
| So i don' t chase ya, nor do i wait to face ya | |
| Nah it ain' t in my nature | |
| I just rip shop, fliptop, and watch mc' s get dropped | |
| As i manifest in hiphop | |
| Rhymes i construct are tough like a tonka truck | |
| And just like lightnin they struck | |
| Down on all the toy mc' s that annoy | |
| That' s how i build and destroy | |
| The poetic printer, rough rhyme inventor | |
| With a groove so smooth you can' t help but get into | |
| So i' m advisin competition to flee | |
| Cause i can bake an mc like chef boyardee | |
| Holdin my own on the microphone | |
| Cause i break bones just like sticks and stones | |
| So let it rain let it rain as i put em in pain | |
| God damn, it' s hard bein the kane! | |
| Give it to me! get up! | |
| Come on! uhh! | |
| Give it to me! come on! | |
| Give it to me! yeahhh | |
| Put in a pause, because here' s the holocaust | |
| Above all laws, in effect and all yours | |
| Cause i came to blaze a taste of bass of grace | |
| A replace, erase the waste without a trace | |
| My vocabulary will just have you very | |
| Dazed and amazed so i fear no adversary | |
| That means competition | |
| They can' t even touch this, even with ammunition | |
| Break out the gauge and go into an outrage | |
| And i' ma still blow up the stage | |
| Cause this is a death threat, but don' t let your sweat get | |
| In the way of your vision don' t be missin when i get set | |
| To go on a rampage, start a one man rage | |
| Total destruction as i rip up the damn stage | |
| And leave it in ruins from the damage that i' m doin | |
| To prepare the atmosphere, as i put you in | |
| The mood for the smooth operator to start this flow | |
| And so.. | |
| I crushed and crushed and stomped the comp that tried | |
| To get fly and face the ace i put em in place | |
| Proceed em, retreat em, defeat em, delete em, and feed em, and eat em | |
| And all the rest of that good stuff, cause i don' t need em | |
| Only one survivor can remain | |
| And god damn, it' s got to be the kane! | |
| Get up! give it to me! | |
| Give it here! c' mon! | |
| C' mon! give it to me! | |
| Uhh! put your weight on it |
| Uhh! put your weight on it | |
| Uhh, and uh, prince paul, bring me on and uh | |
| Aiyyo botch, bring me on and uh | |
| Mad money murph just bring me on and uh | |
| Just bring me on, yo | |
| This is a world premier and i' m here | |
| A presentation beyond compare | |
| So mc' s step to the rear as i break through | |
| Girls say ooh and then skip to my loo | |
| That means dance as i get smooth with | |
| Poetic perfection that you can groove with | |
| Just like a passenger, hurry and fasten your seatbelt | |
| Cause i' m about to start broadcastin | |
| The words of wisdom, so turn up the system | |
| Loud and clear, i don' t want no one to miss one | |
| Word to be heard never blurred or slurred | |
| The preferred is absurd, all the damage that' s occured | |
| As i break mc' s like a lumberjack | |
| Ain' t no comin back, you can' t get none of that | |
| I' m not the type of mc to be merciful | |
| So if your name ain' t jermaine take it personal | |
| Cause like a vigilante i' m gonna kill off any | |
| Sucker mc that tries to withstand me | |
| With the mic in my hand i start flowin then | |
| All competition flee and start goin in | |
| The other direction, run for protection | |
| Cause i can burn an mc like an erection | |
| You' re too small kid, don' t get involved with | |
| The verbal law for the nation of islam | |
| Wisdom i speak makes your head nod | |
| Showin i got the power, and that' s from bein born the god | |
| But many doubt my knowledge of self | |
| But they' re just illiterate, so i don' t consider it | |
| Feedin off poison that' s pollutin their mind | |
| And that' s the reason i don' t swine | |
| I gotta maintain, accelerate my brain | |
| And god damn, it' s hard being the kane | |
| Give it to me! c' mon! | |
| C' mon! uhh! | |
| Give it to me! give it here! | |
| Give it to me! yeah.. | |
| This is the proper way man should use ink | |
| But you' re at your brink and your rhymes are extinct | |
| Just like a dinosaur, but you never find a more | |
| Cause mine' ll keep sellin on wax like some kind of whore | |
| Let me inject this, flow of electric currency | |
| For all the party people preferrin me | |
| And spectatin like a tourist, cause you never | |
| Saw this style of rap kickin like chuck norris | |
| But this ain' t kungfu, no i just brung you | |
| A style, that phony mc' s were too young to | |
| Digest, when i manifest, you adolescent | |
| So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson | |
| And this one' s for your listenin pleasure | |
| Somethin for all the bitin mc' s to treasure | |
| Just like a diary, for you to admire me | |
| Before you' re put in the dead poet' s society | |
| Cool as a draft, droppin math in a paragraph | |
| I laugh as the wrath break in half, your whole staff | |
| But many mc' s were able to retreat | |
| Runnin like an athlete, but i got bad feet | |
| So i don' t chase ya, nor do i wait to face ya | |
| Nah it ain' t in my nature | |
| I just rip shop, fliptop, and watch mc' s get dropped | |
| As i manifest in hiphop | |
| Rhymes i construct are tough like a tonka truck | |
| And just like lightnin they struck | |
| Down on all the toy mc' s that annoy | |
| That' s how i build and destroy | |
| The poetic printer, rough rhyme inventor | |
| With a groove so smooth you can' t help but get into | |
| So i' m advisin competition to flee | |
| Cause i can bake an mc like chef boyardee | |
| Holdin my own on the microphone | |
| Cause i break bones just like sticks and stones | |
| So let it rain let it rain as i put em in pain | |
| God damn, it' s hard bein the kane! | |
| Give it to me! get up! | |
| Come on! uhh! | |
| Give it to me! come on! | |
| Give it to me! yeahhh | |
| Put in a pause, because here' s the holocaust | |
| Above all laws, in effect and all yours | |
| Cause i came to blaze a taste of bass of grace | |
| A replace, erase the waste without a trace | |
| My vocabulary will just have you very | |
| Dazed and amazed so i fear no adversary | |
| That means competition | |
| They can' t even touch this, even with ammunition | |
| Break out the gauge and go into an outrage | |
| And i' ma still blow up the stage | |
| Cause this is a death threat, but don' t let your sweat get | |
| In the way of your vision don' t be missin when i get set | |
| To go on a rampage, start a one man rage | |
| Total destruction as i rip up the damn stage | |
| And leave it in ruins from the damage that i' m doin | |
| To prepare the atmosphere, as i put you in | |
| The mood for the smooth operator to start this flow | |
| And so.. | |
| I crushed and crushed and stomped the comp that tried | |
| To get fly and face the ace i put em in place | |
| Proceed em, retreat em, defeat em, delete em, and feed em, and eat em | |
| And all the rest of that good stuff, cause i don' t need em | |
| Only one survivor can remain | |
| And god damn, it' s got to be the kane! | |
| Get up! give it to me! | |
| Give it here! c' mon! | |
| C' mon! give it to me! | |
| Uhh! put your weight on it |
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