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"this is a premier and I'm here.."
-> _it's hard being the

[big daddy
Nobody move, nobody get
And I won't have to do work
The minute I come on and take position
A demolition, where catch a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, puttin my bad in it
Soon as I start flingin it, start clingin it
People'll start singin it, noise oh I'm it
To show and to to the people
The man really is the king in it
I take the cake like hostess
No, not the one you wanna play high with
Warm it up kane, as a snorkel
Snatch the and do a nigga somethin awful
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz and yet
The flavor to jam and slam the
I flip the script nobody can
It's like lack the crowd to get live
And raw from all the who smothered the mic
They're frank with force, you know, kane comes off
See me and the mic go together neighbors
And if that's too fast, here's a 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 to shreds
Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a bit raggamuffin
For a rapper that try to battle will stress me
You address me cause you can't impress me
So test me, boy, I say you better move over
Yeah, yeah, huh
Many people tried to say I off
He r&b, now his rap is all soft
But if you say on stage, I'll prove you wrong
And wax ass, rappin off a love song
Cause with the street in all I'm still hard
a mallet, servin competition like salad
I'm gonna give you some damn good g
out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea
Cause now you're comin in the zone
no man, can withstand, or hold his own
I burn a rapper so bad that it
Even if you put a condom on the mic I use
That won't protect ya, I still can ya
Cause I the script, like a movie director
I'm makin the non-believers believe I'm dishin up
And people that's still fans, will be air
Why golly gee, I'm the
The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm
In words, by knowledge and degrees
You gotta say God bless, and I don't when I sneeze
A man, you know I got, soul
For rockin the track and the mic that I hold
Not just been for the fellas so for the ladies
I didn't forget you.. mm-wah sound*
A lot of today, know how to flow
Also, a lot of turned pro
But if I ask for the mic at show
Aiyyo, I you better let it go!
I go in a rage on stage
The rap it never til I get my props
And if you don't know my style, well here my friend
You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight
I'm tryin to my competition the scoop
That I'm breakin down, any soloist or
And even though, some of them try to souped
When I come on stage, they spread wings like troop
And fly away, cause I don't
I slay, okay,
The king of combat, my competition
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll
The one they like to follow, and borrow
Lock into my style, just like a
So you wanna the meanin of hardcore?
like a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *