Death Sentence-Big Daddy Kane

Death Sentence - Big Daddy Kane I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set Im about as bad as you can get Comin from bed-stuy, thats where they do or die Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my Its not a fairy tale, a myth, its a musical uplift And Im the wrong one to mess with I roll on rappers like a cherokee, bake em up merrily Just like the cooks at sara lee Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your face And place a neck brace, about-face And get to steppin, because my lethal weapon Is blowin too fast, while youre slow as catherine hepburn What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor But it still wouldnt save ya So to the rear, step off and let the man flex Cuz I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan And ceell cut the recored up like edward scissorhands Rock the soul shack, I cant hold back Four years standin and I still got the knack Cuz I remember when I first did it The comments that were goin around from the next critic Like yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold? And now my black a** is still here like billy joel One hip-hopper that dont have to sound proper My broken english you can still distinguish And I dont have no image or no gimmicks And I dont have no bounds or no limits The kanell keep goin, and growin, and flowin And showin any mc, I got the best finesse to manifest Cuz I pull cards like some type of retard Hittin mcs hard, and any other rass claaad Im the predator to any competitor Scorchin and damagin and stompin et cetera And any mc that tries to test me Im swellin up his jaws mor than dizzy gillespie Crushin all dreams you thought were possible I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital I couldnt count the rappes I be servin If defeat was sex, huh, Id be a virgin My match aint been found, movin around, breakin em down Where the ground, never the clown, how that sound? Dont get gassed, cuz boy you wont last So take your crippled rhymes and put em in a cast Youre too pathetic, bring in a paramedic To heal your sick rhymes, cuz man, you aint poetic Youre just a cheap little hooker and I gotta overlook a Mc thats wack, ya little bogger And stand clear of the mic that Im rippin As im......? ? ? And get your jury and a good defendant Cuz Im servin a death sentence...