Terra N Ya Era Lyrics - Veteranz Day - Big Daddy Kane

You looking in the mouth of madness, skilled out since I had this 

I'm talking bout nothing but pure d badness 

My acceleration is compatible to a bima 

My pockets looking greener, from the funky cold medina 

Don't tell me bout the things that you done did cause I done did it 

Don't tell me bout the skins that you done hit, cause I done hit it 

And once I rock these, with a style that's cock deis 

Good god, I get the crowd together like knock knees 

Now, I don't act hard, I just mack hard 

Baggin' video looking honeys with the big back yard 

Yes lord, girls I'm gamin' leaving the microphone flamin' 

Throwing up hip-hop signs cause that's the set that I be claimin' 

Guerilla war fares for those who love to pull your card 

Grimies from fort green to malcolm x boulevard 

Now, if that's what you're hoping then it's the wrong things you're scopin' 

I may not rap bout slittin no throats but trust me kid I'll get you open 

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Verse 2 

Here comes a taste of the rawness, like you never saw this 

Once I grip the cordless, my victory is flawless 

Chaos and havoc, lyrically psychopathic 

At times get pornographic, lord man I gots to have it 

Then I commit to hit you with this composite that's ultimate 

Too legit splendid come get wit' it for your comfort 

But then sloppily, rappers try to copy me 

Take pieces of my property, and use it all unproperly 

And probably, been focusing a while to copy my style 

But child what I'll compile is too versatile 

I'm too superior, it's sort of like comparing a 

Spanking new desert eagle to a rusty little derringer 

But skip the tool, let's try to deal here with the jewel 

That I'm droppin on you, now let me take you all to school 

You see, to graduate in hip-hop you must be smart 

And no you don't have to know how to paint to make your rhymes a form of art 

Poetry and literature is what makes this english fanatic 

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Now dig this, I drop science but still deal with mathematics 

And since I don't be dealing with what's considered a mystery 

I learned the dead presidents to pass american history 

Got my degree in rapology 

Hip-hop had to set me free, look mom, a real emcee 

So you want yours now, well don't get caught with your drawers down 

Cause word life, this industry is half corrupt just like the dogg pound 

Verse 3 

Rap godfather 

Oh goodness gracious, you better make it spacious 

For the vivacious, ostentatious, who feel courageous? 

I put it on them using my tongue as a sword 

But at times get broader than broad for those who insist to get floored 

Whatever it takes to see your nerve gone, and word born 

Black caesar gonna get his swerve on 

My name should be referred to in medical terms 

Cause I get way up in the cut and I'm talking way worse than germs 

You like to chase it playin catch like tom & jerry 

But on the contrary, I'd rather sip the dom peri 

Lay back in harmony, because it's so bizarre to see 

That all the hard core rappers are slowly turning r&b 

Well pardon me, you contradict yo'self, I see you not perfect yo'self 

You like that type music yo'self, stick yo'self 

What happened to black men of pride 'nuff men have died 

Nowadays what's been applied, in hip-hop is genocide 

That's when the rappers go get the clappers 

Can't you see they trying to strap us just to trap us, good God it's backwards 

One nation under a groove, that's how we move 

It's time to teach the youth get it together show and prove 

Me no run with the gun or speak of none for action 

When you get done scream I'm the one, it looks like an illusion 

I deal with equality so never call my brethren son 

Yes mon, me got mad flava just like jerk chicken