Big Daddy Kane - Warm It Up, Kane Lyrics
Come, get some, you little bumI take the cake but you cant get a crumbFrom the poetic, authentic, superiorUltimate - and all that good shitIm the original, asiatic, acrobaticThere you have it, now get dramaticCreatin drama when Im on the sceneAnd I pack em in mean, like bruce springsteenI profile a style thats mild and meanwhilePut on trial a rap pile to exileMake you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just crumbleAnd Im still calm and humbleYou need another helpin hand to swing onI stand alone, but still you gotta bring onYour batman and robin, cagney and laceyStarsky and hutch, but they still cant face meAnd if may make this one thing here clearThats for you not to come near, periodSo I aint buggin or deliriousMy swift tongues like a sword, thats how severe it isAnd I can slice and dice a fisher price mcThat thought he was nice into minute riceSingle-handed, I aint with that band stuffCause ceell scratch a record like flakes of dandruffAnd the mic I ravage, not like a savageBut in my own way of doin damageAs I design the genuine lineNow who flattop rules in eighty-nine?Warm it up, kane (16x)..Take two other men with soul that you probably knowDeadly as scarface, but bright as the cosby showDont attack rappers, but make everyone hushThey step to me, but cant stop the bumrushI make material, rich and imperialThe unique technique I speak is all originalYou like to sag and drag and gagSame old same old, but poppas got a brand new bagSo put the mic down boy, you cant work itDue to wack lyrics, its bout to short circuitSo toss the sauce across to the boss, no remorseYou lost, with force, of course, a holocaustFirst I caught ya, then put ya through tortureYou moved wrong my son, so I taught yaJust like a guardian, that put your body inThe mood to groove with the smoove way that Im partyinCompetition may find it spectacularScheme and fiend to take a bite like draculaAnd waste the taste, cause aint no sugar hereSo come near if you dare, you booga bearYou start hallucinatin like magicThe wrath gets tragic, but kane wont have itCause you tried to juice me when youre bluffinSlowed the pace, so I had to start rushinSo pick a vc date, cause youre historyHere comes kane scoob scrap jay and mister ceeAnd this is one thing to us we aint new toThe crewll cast a spell on the crowd just like voodooIm the man you cant hold backAnd all competition appears to be weakI meant to say wack, a vision of blurJust them thinkin Im competitin, I say, huh!Warm it up, kane (16x)..Genuine for eighty-nine, you know what Im sayin?As I give a shout out to my man tony aTony p, sally sal and the whole libra digital posseCant forget my man yawnskiAnd smooth the barber, you know what Im sayin?Also, I gotta say whassup to born true, b-boy,And my man big jay ceeThe whole rest of the crew, scoob lover my brotherScrap lover, and dj mister ceeCant forget supreme, abu, melquan and shabazzWally d, and the rest of the brothersAnd of course my little brother the little daddy shaneManditory end of the story, you know what Im sayin?Peace!
