Songtexte: Big Daddy Kane. Prince Of Darkness. Get Down.

It ain't hard to tell
The flow of the Kane is movin' 'em real well
I build and excel and plus I rap like hell
Lyrics generate, break through and penetrate

Connect like an interstate, now let me demonstrate
I grab the microphone and put the dap in quick
You start to tappin 'and snappin' and clappin'
Then rappin'll happen

And then I display, poetry, the right way
And rock the Gladys Knight to the next Morris Day
I get sexy like Marvin Gaye
And other times, I might wanna hit 'em hard and say

Somethin' exquisite and clever like a wizard
Hit 'em like a blizzard if you missed it
Turn to your friend and say, "What is it?"
Or what was it, because it, was too fast for you to bust it
So pay attention to how the 'Smooth Operator' does it

Just acknowledge the sound
Get on the good foot, uhh and get down

Look, the thought of competition, I don't have the faintest
'Cause if I'm correct, I kicked them all in the anus
So I don't care if you step to me in three flocks
The men that's all pumped up like Reeboks

'Cause I bring down the swelling, just like alcohol
Makin' 'em all fall like the Berlin Wall
Then I apply pain just like a migraine
Pssssh, man, don't even try Kane
A lyrical catastrophe, a disaster see, nobody gets on after me

Crushin' MC's is how I get my joy
So when one tries to battle I'm like, hoo, boy
Class in session as I give the lesson
To prove to another rapper that I rule in his profession
And it's nothin' new, that the Kane is your ruler

'Cause back in the days I used to call you Sundullah
Now it's a new time period, rappers are still fearin' it
And the crowd is still cheerin'
With the new Black Ceaser that came to town
With one purpose, to make you get down

I start to flow, slow, and then, ohh, no
I gotta pick up the pace and go
Go relatin' and statin' what I'm creatin' to straighten MC's
That I'm debatin' terminatin' as the Kane keeps them evadin'

So step over, 'cause ain't no leftover
Remains from the Kane I drained the last brain
Speak like Oprah, attack like a cobra
Turn your whole year into a 'Red October'

Lyrics are sweet like struddel, at the same time brutal
Your rhymes remind me of the noodle in, umm
Chop suey, soft and chewy
My rhymes are kickin' like Bruce, you're just 'Hong Kong Phooey'

So 'Enter the Dragon' as I start to raggin'
All the competition that's on the bandwagon
I take the groove around around around around around
Around, so get down

Yo, get out your seat and jump to this
Throw your hands in the air and pump your fists
The name of the jam is get down so let me see you do it
And show some unity in music

We gotta show our young ones the right way
To avoid crucial poison and the price they might pay
So I keep on teachin' the children to follow the
Power, equality, Allah C equality, peace

Mister Cee, you gotta get down and, uh
Scoob Lover, you gotta get down and, uh
Scrap Lover, you gotta get down and, uh
Big Fahl, you gotta get down and my man
Jay-Z, you gotta get down and
Positive K, you gotta get down and

To my man Music Mike, you gotta get down
And to my man Larry, you gotta get down
And to my man Ant Live, you gotta get down
And to my man Big Chuck, you gotta get down
And I can't forget Rog, you gotta get down
And to my man Danny, you gotta get down

And to my main man Sauce, you gotta get down
And to my man Bobby V, you gotta get down
And to my cousin '95, you gotta get down
To my brother the Lil' Daddy, you gotta get down
And to my man Tyrone, you gotta get down
And if I didn't say your name, you can still get down