Artist: Big Daddy Kane Album: Prince of Darkness Song: Prince of Darkness Intro: Give it here... uhh Mic testing one two Right about now I wanna have a little fun with this and just talk a little bit of junk ya know Be-because it's OK, ya know, it's OK to brag and boast from time to time, ain't nothin wrong with that So I'm gonna have a little fun with it Check the Prince of Darkness y'all, here we go Verse One: Four times for your mind the poetically inclined genuine and divine can still climb When you thought that I wouldn't go to left But I cup a cameo and I still got strength So make room cause I'm sweepin up like a broom Cause I'm the straight up wholly original yeah that's right mmm hmm To be blunt and lay my cards on the table You'll be Gone With the Wind for messin with Dark Gable In comes the era of the chocolate types Like your Bobby Brown, Aaron Hall and Wesley Snipes Including myself in the cipher the Big Daddy Kane is a part of it AKA, your prince of darkness Verse Two: When it comes to the girls they know the program Cause when I get through it's pure Silence of the Lambs So ladies grab a hand and join the caravan That's bein ran by the hoochie cooche man Then don't miss a breath of my kiss of death An A plus in lusty while your boyfriend is a F I come tellin you Tales From the Darkside And seperate the men from their women like Apartheid You say am I a, vam-pire That will react to ya just like Blackula But when I say Prince of Darkness I don't mean a blood sucker I'm talkin about a black lover So mysterious and serious the women are curious so when I walk inside of a place it's like "Ooh, there he is!" But slow down, there's enough of me to go 'round Huh, I'm givin girls more Temptations than Motown And tonight's the night for me to get right and give girls the feeling of love at first bite So here's a lesson of what the don art is Taught by the big you know, Prince of Darkness Verse Three: Stop, hold up, pause, quit Change the groove and funk it up a little bit Now back to the subject of how the Kane became the bigger modern day mama wild deep Now the question is do I really carry it Huh, well baby I swing low like sweet chariot Still a few of them thought that I was lame And then the big brown shah came! So let me send a dark shadow right through ya to prepare you for all of the kniky things I'm gonna do to ya And yes my dear if you got the goods Then you might jsut see my face up in your neck of the woods Ahh word life y'all, a word life y'all That's how I, shoot off arms just like a rifle So just, pass the mic and let it spark this So that you can say it's been blessed by the Prince of DarknessArtist: Big Daddy Kane f/ Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes Album: Prince of Darkness Song: Come on Down Verse One: Big Daddy Kane When I'm in motion it's just like the flow of the ocean The weight of the words swerve and curve My style flexes bigger than the state of Texas Quick as a Lambourghini, smooth as a Lexus I guess that makes me the top of the line Oh yes I'm the most prime of all time Cause as soon as I pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start to flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn't stop me from going On with the rapture, so that I can capture your mind with state of the art music made to adap to To knowledge the God on the groove Because when my tongue moves I just loooove that I'm smooth Do it with these and in times I leave reas to give em a little of thje flavor that please As I, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and jammin and slammin and damn it's Too much for one mind to comprehend A pure blend, the way that I make words mend And, the way that I be doin rappers in Michael Bivins couldn't make these Boyz II Men I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the average MC, the tough ones I'll burn third degree And if you're thinkin that I'm takin a beatin You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin Verse Two: Q-Tip I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker When I get my ride, I be the grill squawker Tip's a smooth talker, I love Alice Walker So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker Better yet you hooker, you wanna show I book ya The highest way I took ya, is youse a good looker Queens is residential, I make the presidentials Over instrumentals, I utilize the mentals First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square If you wnet in by yourself it was a terror See, I could do that cause my crew is kinda phat Outside we had the toolies, out West you call em gats It's that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit Bring your bats and balls and please don't forfeit Cause you won't get away, your status will be stank You can ride with me G I'm goin to the bank To meet up with Kane, up on Dollar Lane You get the idea, cause page times is near So rappers see they bug cause they really can't handle Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil The three different flavors, you know we on the level Verse Three: Busta Rhymes Check it out, uhh! As I come down and get dumb Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how I react, Busta Rhymes will attack As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain gotta make a mega migraine Whattup? To the Big Daddy and Tip My trip, flip the rhyme, then I dip Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors on a young raider choc well that's my vocal fader Keep my volume on extra boom! All the braids in my neck symbolizes that I want room Word up, huh! Here I am, damn Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer This jam will be ran while the record flim flam WIggle your front pram, to the runnin man Sam, Busta, Rhymes, comin on time L.O.N.S. did, rip a new design Flavor one, taste the unborn baby Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby CHiggy change chump, the oversized puff Busta pump you and the love, and then I rump Emotional stter point, for the wild Busta buckwild musically direct from Strong Isle Unload, catch you like smell later Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrRHHH RARRARRRRH! Direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh!Artist: Big Daddy Kane w/ Scoob, Sauce, Shyheim, Jay-Z, Ol Dirty Bastard Album: Daddy's Home Song: Show and Prove Verse One: Scoob Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield So bring your grip or you can think twice Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket I cut hand, you still can't get no cards You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin cards But if I got beef and it's time for code red My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed So hurry up and skedaddle Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle So where you from? England, you somebody great? You burnin Scoob, "I don't think so mate" I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope" Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Verse Two: Sauce Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe Rhymes too plastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic N-B-A style, fann-tastic No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play Win Lose or Draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie if I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I'm duckin, nay Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way Rappers get gassed come on and get fast Try to get past when I blast, and you can HAND over your ass One line and that's fear Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear So Shyheim, if your down with the groove Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Verse Three: Shyheim Yo, yo I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger So check me out, as I flip this here track kid And make mad noise like a Metallica record I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin when I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia If your shit stinks I'ma thrust ya then bust ya Like a crazy man from Cali son My jams be phat like a Farrakhan rally, what? You know my style, I put the F in effin foul The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba Or Super the Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn? With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? Huh Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo I get down and give it to rappers that even act like they want I come for your title kid, run it! Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit Ahh yeah, that's that shit Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya Look inside my rap book at every text my man and see that I got, more essays than the Mexican The Messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state Scared straight, for their prepared fate Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant So well in it with every single element And competition gets none! Huh If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run I see the way you're trying to get to me but with speech impedime Man you gotta come better G You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with The non-resistable, non-competible No-No-I'm-Not-Sayin-I'm-The-Best, I'm just sayin I'm fuckin incredible! And let's just make one more thing understood That if I FART on a record, TRUST me nigga it'll sound good So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Verse Five: Jay-Z Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z Hey G! I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed I live one rent from besides that be between get off my dick and stop jockin me When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya Get on the mic and show and prove Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Come on Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm Rain on your college ass, disco dorm Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget You couldn't get a FLICK, of the hype outfit Because the way that I dress this style mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream "OW!" Whether at a party or just in bed All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes is funky Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?" I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know she says "GO ASK YOUR GOD DAMNED FATHER!" It's all about me in the place to be Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame How many enemies wanna claim the name Of Ason, who carries on like a manager YO!, SOUNDS FLY RIGHT? DANGER!!! Artist: Big Daddy Kane Album: Daddy's Home Song: Don't Do It (Phone rings like three times) KANE: (tired voice) Hello? WIFE: (excited) HI! KANE: (groans) What do you want? WIFE: I just wanted to say congratulations on the new album. I bet you it's selling like crazy! KANE: Yeah, it's alright. It's alright. And. . .? WIFE: So, you still want that divorce? KANE: Hell yeah! WIFE: Well, I just want you to know that since the last time we had sex, I haven't seen my period. . . (Kane pauses for a minute) KANE: Well, look. . .I ain't got it. (Kane hangs up) Artist: Big Daddy Kane Album: Colors (soundtrack version) Song: Raw Verse One: Here I am . . . R-A-W terrorist, here to bring trouble to phoney emcees, I move on and sieze I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo Second to none, making emcees run Also 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, perpetrating a stunt when you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi The Sage of 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 mike and hustle while you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme with authority, superiority and captivate the whole crowd's majority The rhymes I use definately amuse better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw Cause I get RAW! Verse Two: I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin and in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten or eaten, or just tookin out you know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out And real nervous, when I'm at your service Also give me that title boy, you don't deserve this I work like a slave to become a master And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed the entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb Also full of action, my name should be a verb My voice will float, on every note when I clear my throat, that's all she wrote The minute that the Kane starts to go on believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on As I put other rappers out of their misery Get em in a battle and make them all history Rulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin watch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin on a throne, with a bronze microphone Uhm, God bless the child that can hold his own Cause I get raw! Verse Three: chillin, killin like a villain the meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing to do whatever is clever, take a loss never And the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd I rip the microphone and leave it scarred Never smokin or hittin or takin a sniff Only crushin emcees that be tryin to riff I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic make emcees panic, they all get frantic And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive As I rocked, but hey, what you expected? I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior rather like a samurai, and I;ll be damn if I ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang So if we battle on the microphone bring your own casket and tombstone And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world could ever come with more, I get RAW!