Looks Like A Job For... 歌词
| 歌曲 | Looks Like A Job For... |
| 歌手 | Big Daddy Kane |
| 专辑 | Looks Like A Job For... |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnes, Hardy, Olivier ... | |
| "this is a world premier and | |
| I'm here.."-> _it's hard being the kane_[big daddy kane] | |
| Nobody move, nobody get hurt | |
| And I won't have to do no-body work | |
| The minute | |
| I come on stage and take position | |
| A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh | |
| I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it | |
| Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it | |
| People'll start singin it, noise oh | |
| I'm bringin it | |
| To show and to prove to the people | |
| The man that really is the king in it | |
| Cause I take the cake like hostess | |
| No, not the one you wanna play high post with | |
| Warm it up kane, warm as a snorkel | |
| Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful | |
| I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet | |
| The flavor to jam and slam the land | |
| I flip the script like nobody can | |
| It's like they lack the crowd to get live | |
| And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic | |
| They're frank with force, cause you know, kane comes off | |
| See me and the mic go together like neighbors | |
| And if that's too fast, here's a slower flavor | |
| You see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand.. | |
| No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes | |
| I can can, yes | |
| I can canRip the microphone to shreds | |
| Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin | |
| For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me | |
| You shouldn't address me cause you can't impress me | |
| So don't test me, boy, | |
| I say you better move over | |
| Yeah, yeah, huh | |
| Many people tried to say | |
| I fell off | |
| He went r&b, now his rap is all soft | |
| But if you say that on stage, | |
| I'll prove you wrong | |
| And wax that ass, rappin off a love song | |
| Cause with the street in all battles | |
| I'm still hard | |
| Like a mallet, servin competition like salad | |
| I'm gonna give you some damn good advice g | |
| Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea | |
| Cause now you're comin in the danger zone | |
| There no man, can withstand, or hold his own | |
| I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise | |
| Even if you put a condom on the mic that | |
| I useThat won't protect ya, | |
| I still can effect ya | |
| Cause I flip the script, like a movie director | |
| I'm makin the non-believers believe what | |
| I'm dishin up | |
| And people that's still fans, will be air conditioners | |
| Why golly gee, | |
| I'm the hypest | |
| The power to maintain, and sustain, cause | |
| I'm righteous | |
| In other words, by knowledge and degrees | |
| You gotta say | |
| God bless, and | |
| I don't mean when | |
| I sneezeA black man, you know | |
| I got, soul | |
| For rockin the track and sparkin the mic that | |
| I holdNot just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies | |
| I didn't forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound* | |
| A lot of rappers today, know how to flow | |
| Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro | |
| But if I ask for the mic at your show | |
| Aiyyo, I think you better let it go! | |
| Cause I go in a rage on stage | |
| The rap it never stops til | |
| I get my props | |
| And if you don't know my style, well look here my friend | |
| You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight then | |
| I'm tryin to tell my competition the scoop | |
| That I'm breakin down, any soloist or group | |
| And even though, some of them try to play souped | |
| When I come on stage, they spread they wings like troop | |
| And fly away, cause | |
| I don't play | |
| I slay, okay, okay? | |
| The king of combat, my competition scat | |
| Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, | |
| I'm alllll that | |
| The one they like to follow, bite and borrow | |
| Lock into my style, just like a rottweiler | |
| So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore? | |
| Looks like a job for..* cut n scratch "big daddy" * |
| zuo ci : Barnes, Hardy, Olivier ... | |
| " this is a world premier and | |
| I' m here.." _it' s hard being the kane_ big daddy kane | |
| Nobody move, nobody get hurt | |
| And I won' t have to do nobody work | |
| The minute | |
| I come on stage and take position | |
| A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh | |
| I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it | |
| Soon as I start flingin it, girls' ll start clingin it | |
| People' ll start singin it, noise oh | |
| I' m bringin it | |
| To show and to prove to the people | |
| The man that really is the king in it | |
| Cause I take the cake like hostess | |
| No, not the one you wanna play high post with | |
| Warm it up kane, warm as a snorkel | |
| Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful | |
| I give him the rhythmajazz pizazz finesse and yet | |
| The flavor to jam and slam the land | |
| I flip the script like nobody can | |
| It' s like they lack the crowd to get live | |
| And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic | |
| They' re frank with force, cause you know, kane comes off | |
| See me and the mic go together like neighbors | |
| And if that' s too fast, here' s a slower flavor | |
| You see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand.. | |
| No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes | |
| I can can, yes | |
| I can canRip the microphone to shreds | |
| Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin | |
| For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me | |
| You shouldn' t address me cause you can' t impress me | |
| So don' t test me, boy, | |
| I say you better move over | |
| Yeah, yeah, huh | |
| Many people tried to say | |
| I fell off | |
| He went r b, now his rap is all soft | |
| But if you say that on stage, | |
| I' ll prove you wrong | |
| And wax that ass, rappin off a love song | |
| Cause with the street in all battles | |
| I' m still hard | |
| Like a mallet, servin competition like salad | |
| I' m gonna give you some damn good advice g | |
| Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea | |
| Cause now you' re comin in the danger zone | |
| There no man, can withstand, or hold his own | |
| I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise | |
| Even if you put a condom on the mic that | |
| I useThat won' t protect ya, | |
| I still can effect ya | |
| Cause I flip the script, like a movie director | |
| I' m makin the nonbelievers believe what | |
| I' m dishin up | |
| And people that' s still fans, will be air conditioners | |
| Why golly gee, | |
| I' m the hypest | |
| The power to maintain, and sustain, cause | |
| I' m righteous | |
| In other words, by knowledge and degrees | |
| You gotta say | |
| God bless, and | |
| I don' t mean when | |
| I sneezeA black man, you know | |
| I got, soul | |
| For rockin the track and sparkin the mic that | |
| I holdNot just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies | |
| I didn' t forget you.. mmwah kiss sound | |
| A lot of rappers today, know how to flow | |
| Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro | |
| But if I ask for the mic at your show | |
| Aiyyo, I think you better let it go! | |
| Cause I go in a rage on stage | |
| The rap it never stops til | |
| I get my props | |
| And if you don' t know my style, well look here my friend | |
| You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight then | |
| I' m tryin to tell my competition the scoop | |
| That I' m breakin down, any soloist or group | |
| And even though, some of them try to play souped | |
| When I come on stage, they spread they wings like troop | |
| And fly away, cause | |
| I don' t play | |
| I slay, okay, okay? | |
| The king of combat, my competition scat | |
| Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, | |
| I' m alllll that | |
| The one they like to follow, bite and borrow | |
| Lock into my style, just like a rottweiler | |
| So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore? | |
| Looks like a job for.. cut n scratch " big daddy" |
| zuò cí : Barnes, Hardy, Olivier ... | |
| " this is a world premier and | |
| I' m here.." _it' s hard being the kane_ big daddy kane | |
| Nobody move, nobody get hurt | |
| And I won' t have to do nobody work | |
| The minute | |
| I come on stage and take position | |
| A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh | |
| I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it | |
| Soon as I start flingin it, girls' ll start clingin it | |
| People' ll start singin it, noise oh | |
| I' m bringin it | |
| To show and to prove to the people | |
| The man that really is the king in it | |
| Cause I take the cake like hostess | |
| No, not the one you wanna play high post with | |
| Warm it up kane, warm as a snorkel | |
| Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful | |
| I give him the rhythmajazz pizazz finesse and yet | |
| The flavor to jam and slam the land | |
| I flip the script like nobody can | |
| It' s like they lack the crowd to get live | |
| And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic | |
| They' re frank with force, cause you know, kane comes off | |
| See me and the mic go together like neighbors | |
| And if that' s too fast, here' s a slower flavor | |
| You see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand.. | |
| No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes | |
| I can can, yes | |
| I can canRip the microphone to shreds | |
| Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin | |
| For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me | |
| You shouldn' t address me cause you can' t impress me | |
| So don' t test me, boy, | |
| I say you better move over | |
| Yeah, yeah, huh | |
| Many people tried to say | |
| I fell off | |
| He went r b, now his rap is all soft | |
| But if you say that on stage, | |
| I' ll prove you wrong | |
| And wax that ass, rappin off a love song | |
| Cause with the street in all battles | |
| I' m still hard | |
| Like a mallet, servin competition like salad | |
| I' m gonna give you some damn good advice g | |
| Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea | |
| Cause now you' re comin in the danger zone | |
| There no man, can withstand, or hold his own | |
| I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise | |
| Even if you put a condom on the mic that | |
| I useThat won' t protect ya, | |
| I still can effect ya | |
| Cause I flip the script, like a movie director | |
| I' m makin the nonbelievers believe what | |
| I' m dishin up | |
| And people that' s still fans, will be air conditioners | |
| Why golly gee, | |
| I' m the hypest | |
| The power to maintain, and sustain, cause | |
| I' m righteous | |
| In other words, by knowledge and degrees | |
| You gotta say | |
| God bless, and | |
| I don' t mean when | |
| I sneezeA black man, you know | |
| I got, soul | |
| For rockin the track and sparkin the mic that | |
| I holdNot just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies | |
| I didn' t forget you.. mmwah kiss sound | |
| A lot of rappers today, know how to flow | |
| Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro | |
| But if I ask for the mic at your show | |
| Aiyyo, I think you better let it go! | |
| Cause I go in a rage on stage | |
| The rap it never stops til | |
| I get my props | |
| And if you don' t know my style, well look here my friend | |
| You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight then | |
| I' m tryin to tell my competition the scoop | |
| That I' m breakin down, any soloist or group | |
| And even though, some of them try to play souped | |
| When I come on stage, they spread they wings like troop | |
| And fly away, cause | |
| I don' t play | |
| I slay, okay, okay? | |
| The king of combat, my competition scat | |
| Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, | |
| I' m alllll that | |
| The one they like to follow, bite and borrow | |
| Lock into my style, just like a rottweiler | |
| So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore? | |
| Looks like a job for.. cut n scratch " big daddy" |
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