Looks Like A Job For... Lyrics - Looks Like A Job For... - Big Daddy Kane

"this is a world premier and I'm here." 

-> _it's hard being the kane_ 

[big daddy kane] 

Nobody move, nobody get hurt 

And I won't have to do no-body work 

The minute I come on stage and take position 

A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh 

I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it 

Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it 

People'll start singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it 

To show and to prove to the people 

The man that really is the king in it 

Cause I take the cake like hostess 

No, not the one you wanna play high post with 

Warm it up kane, warm as a snorkel 

Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful 

I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet 

The flavor to jam and slam the land 

I flip the script like nobody can 

It's like they lack the crowd to get live 

And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic 

They're frank with force, cause you know, kane comes off 

See me and the mic go together like neighbors 

And if that's too fast, here's a slower flavor 

You see. i. am. the. man. to. stand. top. brand. 

No. band. at. hand. and. yes I can can, yes I can can 

Rip the microphone to shreds 

Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin 

For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me 

You shouldn't address me cause you can't impress me 

So don't test me, boy, I say you better move over 

Yeah, yeah, huh 

Many people tried to say I fell off 

He went r&b, now his rap is all soft 

But if you say that on stage, I'll prove you wrong 

And wax that ass, rappin off a love song 

Cause with the street in all battles I'm still hard 

Like a mallet, servin competition like salad 

I'm gonna give you some damn good advice g 

Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea 

Cause now you're comin in the danger zone 

There no man, can withstand, or hold his own 

I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise 

Even if you put a condom on the mic that I use 

That won't protect ya, I still can effect ya 

Cause I flip the script, like a movie director 

I'm makin the non-believers believe what I'm dishin up 

And people that's still fans, will be air conditioners 

Why golly gee, I'm the hypest 

The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous 

In other words, by knowledge and degrees 

You gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze 

A black man, you know I got, soul 

For rockin the track and sparkin the mic that I hold 

Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies 

I didn't forget you. mm-wah *kiss sound* 

A lot of rappers today, know how to flow 

Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro 

But if I ask for the mic at your show 

Aiyyo, I think you better let it go! 

Cause I go in a rage on stage 

The rap it never stops til I get my props 

And if you don't know my style, well look here my friend 

You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight then 

I'm tryin to tell my competition the scoop 

That I'm breakin down, any soloist or group 

And even though, some of them try to play souped 

When I come on stage, they spread they wings like troop 

And fly away, cause I don't play 

I slay, okay, okay? 

The king of combat, my competition scat 

Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll that 

The one they like to follow, bite and borrow 

Lock into my style, just like a rottweiler 

So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore? 

Looks like a job for. 

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