| 歌曲 | Unda Presha |
| 歌手 | Big Daddy Kane |
| 专辑 | Veteranz Day |
| 作词 : Big Daddy Kane | |
| Somebody get the | |
| God kane, | |
| I know he'll back you up | |
| Kick a rhyme spectacular, | |
| I think the nigga think he blackula | |
| I seen somebody trying to get him with sunlight | |
| Somehow it wasn't done right, then he just laced him with one bite | |
| Go for the jugular vein, that's my new thing | |
| How did you do it with two fangs, think they were gold like wu-tang | |
| Your luck has been changed, you're left strucken with pain | |
| Well good for your ass kid, that's what you get for fucking with kane. | |
| I creep on mc's like po' nine and take rhymes the whole nine | |
| To dig in you rappers like a coalmine | |
| Now look what | |
| I dug me, somebody better turn me off or try to unplug me | |
| Ooh it's starting to get ugly | |
| Don't miss this, hold on with a clenched fist | |
| As I tongue the microphone down just like a french kiss. | |
| Relentless with lyrics that be brutal, hip-hop | |
| I stay true to | |
| Put it on you like voodoo | |
| ChorusUnda presha, niggas unfold and felt the heat | |
| Possessed with the brooklyn techniques we freak | |
| Ay yo kane, hit us off with that shit one time | |
| They can't believe it, infatuated hardcore rhymes | |
| Verse 2When you diggin' out your girl from behind, you're gonna find | |
| The reason that her eyes are closed, black caesar's on her mind | |
| Your royal smoothness, honeys out there know how it goes | |
| Even cabesa de pollos that habla español | |
| Dig this now, run for your life to get away but none do | |
| Even if you escape just tell me who can you run to | |
| Test the, stupendous, tell me what was you to gain | |
| Internal bleeding, due to kane | |
| Boom bow bow, ooh, the pain | |
| Nobody's equal, keep it lethal, and diesel, to see to the people | |
| And reach your cerebral cause that's how we do | |
| The pain gets inflicted, fake mc's get evicted | |
| Face it, truth of the matter is just that | |
| I'm too hard to get with | |
| Since days of pro keds, | |
| I shined over mad heads, roll up on you like the feds | |
| Rip your whole set to shreds | |
| A crash or a wreck, because | |
| I mash for respect | |
| Only thing | |
| I want to know now, is this cash or a check? | |
| ChorusVerse 3 | |
| Ain't no question, | |
| I'm suffering a bad case of lyrical congestion | |
| Not the one for testing, | |
| Come mess with and end up with your chest split | |
| No, not because of cardiac, but because how hard he act. | |
| I'm recognized as the microphone destroyer | |
| Competition minds in the state of paranoia | |
| I said if you're scared, get a dog | |
| So by tomorrow you'll probably see 20 rappers walking with rotweilers | |
| Your gimmick is primitive, and impotent | |
| You won't win with it so limit it | |
| Before I make your body start to hemorrhage | |
| Just when you thought that you was burning me | |
| You found yourself bleeding internally | |
| Now you heads is l |
| zuò cí : Big Daddy Kane | |
| Somebody get the | |
| God kane, | |
| I know he' ll back you up | |
| Kick a rhyme spectacular, | |
| I think the nigga think he blackula | |
| I seen somebody trying to get him with sunlight | |
| Somehow it wasn' t done right, then he just laced him with one bite | |
| Go for the jugular vein, that' s my new thing | |
| How did you do it with two fangs, think they were gold like wutang | |
| Your luck has been changed, you' re left strucken with pain | |
| Well good for your ass kid, that' s what you get for fucking with kane. | |
| I creep on mc' s like po' nine and take rhymes the whole nine | |
| To dig in you rappers like a coalmine | |
| Now look what | |
| I dug me, somebody better turn me off or try to unplug me | |
| Ooh it' s starting to get ugly | |
| Don' t miss this, hold on with a clenched fist | |
| As I tongue the microphone down just like a french kiss. | |
| Relentless with lyrics that be brutal, hiphop | |
| I stay true to | |
| Put it on you like voodoo | |
| ChorusUnda presha, niggas unfold and felt the heat | |
| Possessed with the brooklyn techniques we freak | |
| Ay yo kane, hit us off with that shit one time | |
| They can' t believe it, infatuated hardcore rhymes | |
| Verse 2When you diggin' out your girl from behind, you' re gonna find | |
| The reason that her eyes are closed, black caesar' s on her mind | |
| Your royal smoothness, honeys out there know how it goes | |
| Even cabesa de pollos that habla espa ol | |
| Dig this now, run for your life to get away but none do | |
| Even if you escape just tell me who can you run to | |
| Test the, stupendous, tell me what was you to gain | |
| Internal bleeding, due to kane | |
| Boom bow bow, ooh, the pain | |
| Nobody' s equal, keep it lethal, and diesel, to see to the people | |
| And reach your cerebral cause that' s how we do | |
| The pain gets inflicted, fake mc' s get evicted | |
| Face it, truth of the matter is just that | |
| I' m too hard to get with | |
| Since days of pro keds, | |
| I shined over mad heads, roll up on you like the feds | |
| Rip your whole set to shreds | |
| A crash or a wreck, because | |
| I mash for respect | |
| Only thing | |
| I want to know now, is this cash or a check? | |
| ChorusVerse 3 | |
| Ain' t no question, | |
| I' m suffering a bad case of lyrical congestion | |
| Not the one for testing, | |
| Come mess with and end up with your chest split | |
| No, not because of cardiac, but because how hard he act. | |
| I' m recognized as the microphone destroyer | |
| Competition minds in the state of paranoia | |
| I said if you' re scared, get a dog | |
| So by tomorrow you' ll probably see 20 rappers walking with rotweilers | |
| Your gimmick is primitive, and impotent | |
| You won' t win with it so limit it | |
| Before I make your body start to hemorrhage | |
| Just when you thought that you was burning me | |
| You found yourself bleeding internally | |
| Now you heads is l |