Looks Like a Job For... - 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 swinging it putting my bad thing in it
Soon as I start flinging it girls'll start clinging it
People'll start singing it noise oh I'm bringing 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 ni**a 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 can
Rip the microphone to shreds
Buck buck rough and tuff and a little bit raggamuffing
For having 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 and B now his rap is all soft
But if you say that on stage I'll prove you wrong
And wax that a** rapping off a love song
Cause with the street in all battles I'm still hard like a mallet
Serving 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 coming 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 use
That won't protect you I still can effect you
Cause I flip the script like a movie director
I'm making 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 sustaing cause I'm righteous
In other words by knowledge and degrees
You gotta say god bless and I don't mean when I sneeze
A black man you know I got soul
For rocking the track and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies
I didn't forget you mm wah
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 aiyo I think you better let it go
Cause I go in a rage on stage
The rap it never stops till 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 trying to tell my competition the scoop
That I'm breaking 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 all 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
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