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Big Daddy Kane Veteranz Day Earth, Wind & Fire I'm from brooklyn, new york city I be the earth motherin', smotherin' mc's Sha queen covering 360 degrees See i blow like the wind when i flow to this song Cause a riot like kaiser like that then i'm gone I bring the fire burn it down to the ground Think of dissin' me, kane will leave that ass rotisserie (what) Earth, wind, fire we be those elements It's evident, as we come to represent [sha-queen] I feel the need to get iller than All these fuckin' wack mc's, realest bitch that ever been Dropped the hit single that was flying through the roof I'm lyrical living proof, you can't handle the truth After you heard me spit, still convinced that you ill Who you tryin' to fool me or yourself, bitch for real Everybody know the deal, you ever get a hunch To fuck around with sha-queen, then i know you out to lunch Break that meaning down, that means disturbed in your mental And that's absurd, i kick the illest shit you ever heard Every rhyme to the last line and pronouns and verbs Too hard to see with your two eyes, then check with your third My frequency's not tainted with thoughts of whores That can only get raw on all fours, with sore back doors Precisely, far from your average girl So, sit back and shut the fuck up, cause sha rules the world, word [a.b. money] Listen there was a man in brooklyn, new york city Where the guys are fly and the ladies looking pretty I'm a let you know, that stuff you pop is junk Cause when i flow, it's the flava of the month Hold up don't worry about nothin', tot shit in a smash like crash dummies This fast money, make me wanna fuck around and blast money I heard your spot makes a lot and give you props This deal is hot, runnin' from the cops'll get you shot But don't sweat it, dry them niggas up like prunes The war's on like platoon Shot through a crowd like a cartoon Rappin' is fundamental, that's right, re-arranger Hit you like mortal kombat, you in danger I got the chronic, six million bionic This rap shit make me wanna scream like onyx I'm comin' through, that's right i'm gonna split ya Soul survivors on this track, we comin' to get ya Woop, woop, five-o's comin' in the exit Keys jinglin', nine danglin' to wreck shit Step into my cypher, haven't you ever heard a Throwin four five six, ceelo, to one twenty third a Chorus: Earth, wind & fire you bout to learn We can make the world turn, or make the world burn The three deadly elements for your concern Cause anything you want up out of life you got to earn Repeat See now bring it brother well, well [big daddy kane] Since hip-hop genesis, i been at this in the mix In bed stuy tenements, rippin' rappers endless But i won't sit and dwell upon the things i been had Instead i appear, and take your fuckin' spot like sinbad Now, tell me who shall be first to suffer crucial If you don't know defeat then allow me to introduce you So how you want it, coming through beatin' ya down Watching disaster strike when busta rhymes ain't even around The prince of darkness be that one man That made them al b sure lookin' niggas get a sun tan What i drop should not be followed by anyone else At times i'm scared to kick a second verse after myself As i proceed, followers take heed I made many men bleed, i made hairlines recede This rap skill here, i destined for a mill-aire And this is one ass whippin' you will wear, you still here? Chorus: repeat 2x |
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