Lyrical Gymnastics Lyrics - Daddy's Home - Big Daddy Kane

Do you know, what you're goin through? 

Do you like this style of rap that i'm showin you? 

The way i flow for you. do you know? 

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Yeah baby c'mon 

Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song 

Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon 

Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song 

One double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor 

And put some real lyrics back in the hardcore 

What i'm used to hearin, i can't believe it's gone 

But now just like a grill inside burger king, the beef is on 

When i come, rappers begin to speak in degrees 

I even make sisters with voices _weak in the knees_ 

So run for your lives, kane with the pen 

Is like freddy with the glove full of knives 

Who wanna test these skills, come see how it feels 

I pull you one verse, if that don't kill i got refills 

You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin 

If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't touch em 

Man, i'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat 

And you know, sometimes it's so sad that 

Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type 

And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right 

Here's the news, you lettin the word hardcore be misused 

You ain't never paid dues 

Be for real, you ain't tough yet 

The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin you a ruffneck 

Your whole image is a dammmmmmmmn sham 

I'm glad in this business i didn't forget who i am 

I always remain the kane inside a battle 

*singing* never to walk in anyone's shadow 

I do my own thing, i do a thing of my own 

And with my competition i let it be known 

That battles i don't lose none, boy you get bruised son 

Six million ways to die -- choose one! 

My rap style is like a poisonous vemon 

We might as well be havin sex, the way that i put it in em 

And do i crush mc's - are you kiddin me? 

If rappers were grapes, i'd have a whole wine distillery 

So, i bring it to your face, with the bass, then i blow 

A rapper off the map, with the rap, when i flow 

Then hit you with the skill that is ill, and i know 

That all of this is good to go, cause yo 

That's the way the flavor always come 

The rhymes they flow accordin to the drum 

The brooklyn style caue that is where i'm from 

You want the funk so let me give you some 

I flip on the flow on the track, just like that 

Amazin the people the style of the rapppin, is quite fat 

I'm lickin the lyrics and shootin the gat, on the mic black 

And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that 

The smooth operator is mellow with the saxophone 

Settin the tone that make the girls relax and moan 

Cause all the ladies i'm givin em lots of love 

Hittin more skins than a boxing glove, good god 

The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some 

From tall to short to thick, even the slimmie ones 

Watch out goldie! gimme a forty ounce of olde e 

And none of you players can control me 

You get the chance to see a true mack man 

With skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks than 

Taller than anybody else's stacks it seem 

Cause the kane get more paper than a fax machine 

The unforgettable, rhymes are too poetical 

Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical 

And i hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine rumors 

Cause kane is makin a comeback, like puma's! 

I get rough g, and set it on your whole damn company 

And bogart, like my name was humphrey 

When i get through, there'll be no more of them 

As many rappers i burnt, i should open a crematorium 

I make mad mc's give me my p's 

If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these 

N-u-t's, like the u-n-v's 

I leave you down on your knees, down on your knee-heeees! 

Razor sharp, many ways of art 

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Source rings the chart, people praise the god 

For kickin the flows so fantasitic and this one here 

We're callin it lyrical gymnastics 

Uhh, so baby baby c'mon 

Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the rhymes to the song 

Uhh, ah baby baby c'mon 

Suki suki c'mon, and i'm gone!