Ooh Aah Nah Nah Nah-Big Daddy Kane

Ooh Aah Nah Nah Nah - Big Daddy Kane Enquiring minds wanna know, did the champ retire So here I am, boomin' like an amplifier I clear my throat, then I float like a boat Note for note, what I wrote you can't quote or even tote Raps are too heavy, sharp like a machete Pass the microphone, cause Kane is all ready Grippin' to play the part to prove that I'm in command The Biggest Daddy of em all, and oh, Kane stands for King Asiatic, nobody's equal or non-equivalent or natural ebony Or now effective or never ever, pick your definition and put it together 'Cause it still comes out tastin like chocolate With the finesse MC's never got with 'Cause none of them want me to touch the mic first They know that it only takes Kane one verse So here's the microphone, show me what you can do And uhh, wake me up when you're through Just so I can go and flow and throw a blow To show a pro and let em all know That any MC tryin' to be this lyrical Should go ask Smokey Robinson for a miracle I wouldn't let a rapper go one round I'm knockin' them down, just like Jim Brown So Mister Cee, let the music play And here's what I want y'all to say Ooh (C'mon) Aah (C'mon) Nah-nah-nah, nana (C'mon like you should) Ooh (C'mon) Aah (C'mon) Nah-nah-nah, nana (Uhh) Ooh (Ooh) Aah (Aah) Nah-nah-nah, nana (Sing that song) Ooh (C'mon) Aah (C'mon) Nah-nah-nah, nana Here's a rap avalanche, MC's travel and Run, run for shelter, 'cause they don't have a chance Any MC caught talkin' out of turn I straighten em out just like a perm Now let's take a second, just to recollect it Give a little shout to the rappers that's out Like all the East coast, MC's of today From Run-D.M.C. on down to Kid 'n' Play The ladies like Salt-N-Pepa to Latifah Who showed the power of a woman and me a believer Now backtrack with the musical jewel And say peace to the old school And all praises due to the L.A. crew You put your state on the map and kept bringin' rap through I can't forget the brothers that's down in Miami You're still 2 live if you never get a Grammy 'Cause personally I feel who really needs that stuff If you ask me, it's just a bunch of makeup There's a lot of Caucasian kids that don't even know me 'Cause every Billy and Joey is another David Bowie I guess I used the wrong tools in my rhymes 'Cause when I nailed my clock, it didn't say, 'Hammer Time' That's not a diss to my Oaktown friend Just tellin' you how it is in the musical biz 'Cause I make sure that every rapper in the industry Becomes a friend of me And Mister Cee, let the music play And here's what I want y'all to say Ooh (Ooh) Aah (Aah) Nah-nah-nah, nana (nanana) Ooh (C'mon) Aah (C'mon) Nah-nah-nah, nana (C'mon, won'tcha, c'mon) Ooh (Ohh) Aah (Uhh) Nah-nah-nah, nana (Sing that song) Ooh, aah Nah-nah-nah, nana