歌曲 | Raw '91 |
歌手 | Big Daddy Kane |
专辑 | Prince of Darkness |
作词 : Big Daddy Kane | |
"bring that beat back, bring that beat back!" -> chuck d | |
"we gonna do a song, that you heard before.." | |
[kane] | |
Here i am, r-a-w | |
A terrorist, here to bring trouble to | |
Phony mc's, i move on and seize | |
I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease | |
Cause i'm at my apex and others are below | |
Nothing but a milliliter, i'm a kilo | |
Second to none, making mc's run | |
So don't try to step to me, cause i ain't the one | |
I relieve rappers, just like tylenol | |
And they know it, so i don't see why you all | |
Try to front, perpetratin a stunt | |
When you know that i'll smoke you up like a blunt | |
I'm genuine like gucci, raw like sushi | |
To stage a rage is what rap did to me | |
To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem | |
Cold rock a party, until the a.m. | |
I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle | |
While you stand dazed and amazed, i bust a | |
Little rhyme with authority, superiority | |
And captivate the whole crowd's majority | |
The rhymes i use definitely amuse | |
Better than dynasty, or hill street blues | |
I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw | |
Cause i get raw! | |
"r-a-w" (cut and scratched by mister cee 4x) | |
[kane] | |
Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with | |
A strong song as long as you groove to this | |
I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped | |
Do damage on stage and injure the mic | |
As i shoot the gift, mc's stand stiff | |
While my rhymes stick to you like skippy and jif | |
Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss | |
The rap soloist - you don't want none of this | |
Supreme in this era, i reign with terror | |
When i grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a | |
Fascinating rhyme, as i enchant them | |
So let's all sing the big daddy anthem | |
Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro | |
An entertaining gain, the kane'll never no | |
Problem, i could sneeze sniffle or cough | |
Eeee-even if i stutter i'ma still come off | |
Cause rappers can't understand the mics i rip | |
They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped | |
But my apparatus is up to status | |
Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static | |
To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head | |
Put it to bed, so watch what's said | |
Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone | |
Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone | |
I get ill and kill at will | |
Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill | |
Just stand still and chill as i build | |
Science i drill until my rhymes fill your head up! | |
"r-a-w" -- don't even get up | |
Competition shut up, cause i'm raw! | |
"help me!" (cut and scratched 8x by mister cee) | |
[kane] | |
The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach | |
The blind to find their way from a to z | |
And be the most and boast the loudest rap | |
Again, to reign your domain (yeah kane) | |
The heat is on, so feel the fire | |
Come off the empire, all the more higher | |
Level of depth, one step beyond dope | |
The suckers all scope and hope to cope but nope | |
Cause i never let em on top of me | |
I play em out like a game of monopoly | |
Let em speed around the board like an astro | |
Then send em to jail for tryin to pass go | |
Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff | |
But it still ain't loud enough | |
So let the volume increase, never to cease | |
I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease | |
Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed | |
Code red cause the rhymes is bein said | |
By the asiatic printer of raw poetry | |
No hints or clues, you all know it's me | |
I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound | |
Profound it's bound to go down, uhh | |
A lyrical knockout, showin i got clout | |
My comp should just drop out | |
Cause none of them can see me | |
I leave em winan like their name was bebe or cece | |
I get raw! |
zuò cí : Big Daddy Kane | |
" bring that beat back, bring that beat back!" chuck d | |
" we gonna do a song, that you heard before.." | |
kane | |
Here i am, raw | |
A terrorist, here to bring trouble to | |
Phony mc' s, i move on and seize | |
I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease | |
Cause i' m at my apex and others are below | |
Nothing but a milliliter, i' m a kilo | |
Second to none, making mc' s run | |
So don' t try to step to me, cause i ain' t the one | |
I relieve rappers, just like tylenol | |
And they know it, so i don' t see why you all | |
Try to front, perpetratin a stunt | |
When you know that i' ll smoke you up like a blunt | |
I' m genuine like gucci, raw like sushi | |
To stage a rage is what rap did to me | |
To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem | |
Cold rock a party, until the a. m. | |
I' ll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle | |
While you stand dazed and amazed, i bust a | |
Little rhyme with authority, superiority | |
And captivate the whole crowd' s majority | |
The rhymes i use definitely amuse | |
Better than dynasty, or hill street blues | |
I' m sure to score adored for more without a flaw | |
Cause i get raw! | |
" raw" cut and scratched by mister cee 4x | |
kane | |
Attact, react, exact, the mack' ll move you with | |
A strong song as long as you groove to this | |
I keep the crowd loud when you' re hyped | |
Do damage on stage and injure the mic | |
As i shoot the gift, mc' s stand stiff | |
While my rhymes stick to you like skippy and jif | |
Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss | |
The rap soloist you don' t want none of this | |
Supreme in this era, i reign with terror | |
When i grab the mic, believe you' re gonna hear a | |
Fascinating rhyme, as i enchant them | |
So let' s all sing the big daddy anthem | |
Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro | |
An entertaining gain, the kane' ll never no | |
Problem, i could sneeze sniffle or cough | |
Eeeeeven if i stutter i' ma still come off | |
Cause rappers can' t understand the mics i rip | |
They sho' nuff ain' t equipped, that' s why they got flipped | |
But my apparatus is up to status | |
Don' t ask who the baddest, or cause static | |
To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head | |
Put it to bed, so watch what' s said | |
Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone | |
Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone | |
I get ill and kill at will | |
Teachin a skill that' s real, yeah no frill | |
Just stand still and chill as i build | |
Science i drill until my rhymes fill your head up! | |
" raw" don' t even get up | |
Competition shut up, cause i' m raw! | |
" help me!" cut and scratched 8x by mister cee | |
kane | |
The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach | |
The blind to find their way from a to z | |
And be the most and boast the loudest rap | |
Again, to reign your domain yeah kane | |
The heat is on, so feel the fire | |
Come off the empire, all the more higher | |
Level of depth, one step beyond dope | |
The suckers all scope and hope to cope but nope | |
Cause i never let em on top of me | |
I play em out like a game of monopoly | |
Let em speed around the board like an astro | |
Then send em to jail for tryin to pass go | |
Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff | |
But it still ain' t loud enough | |
So let the volume increase, never to cease | |
I' ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease | |
Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed | |
Code red cause the rhymes is bein said | |
By the asiatic printer of raw poetry | |
No hints or clues, you all know it' s me | |
I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound | |
Profound it' s bound to go down, uhh | |
A lyrical knockout, showin i got clout | |
My comp should just drop out | |
Cause none of them can see me | |
I leave em winan like their name was bebe or cece | |
I get raw! |