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    featuring Big Scoob  
     
    {Big Scoob:}  
    Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Kane, drop it like it's hot  
    Yo, pick up the microphone and gimme what you got  
    {Big Daddy Kane:}  
    Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Scoob, drop it like it's hot  
    Pick up your microphone, it's time to rock the spot  
     
    (x2)  
     
    (Oh my god, tell me, is it really him?  
    The legendary lyricist makin matters grim?)  
    Because when I start to flow the results are so deadly  
    Rappers start shakin like the legs on Elvis Presley  
    Sayin (It's him, the great) that's how I intimidate  
    But I just came to get my shit off, so I give them a break  
    And pickin up the microphone after I left  
    Is like givin mouth-to-mouth to a corpse, a waste of breath  
    In other words, I don't leave no remains for you  
    (Forget the men, that's the evil that Kane'll do)  
    I bring it raw, gee, too hardcore, gee  
    The only way you could fuck with me is in a orgy  
    The magnificient, none can come swifter than  
    Cool as ???, but my skin color is different  
    We got the milk and honey  
    My rhymes are just like Abraham Lincoln's face (on the money)  
    Makin me freshest on the land, but let's not forget  
    That if I rapped under water they'd be Aquafresh  
    The best, oh yes, I guess... (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait  
    - You said that shit in '88)  
    Oh, I originate and create the great to dictate  
    And regulate chumps and set em straight  
    I get my point across because the boss is truly yours  
    The source to the force, so put it on pause  
    The one that assures applause, never took a loss  
    Stronger than some Olde E quarts to a can of Coors  
    In other words it's hazardous to your health  
    So don't do it to yourself  
     
    [Chorus:]  
    Don't do it to yourself, don't do it  
    Yo, you better not do it, you better not  
     
    (x2)  
     
    (Stop right there, you better freeze, cease  
    Don't make me put my Timberland boot to your grill piece  
    Big Scoob from Brooklyn comin through, don't start me  
    Don't make me turn your jam into a tec-9 party)  
    Hey yo, what in the world would ever possess you  
    To think that you could touch me  
    Or even try to come above me  
    Or even think that you could flow this lovely?  
    Nobody, and I mean nobody on this whole planet can stand it  
    I rip it apart, and flip up the art cause I'm the best, damn it  
    I crush rappers for the hell of it, defeat, I never tell of it  
    So anything else you heard is irrelevant  
    (You're not on the level) man, you're not even close to me  
    (Step to the Kane) and get bagged just like grocery  
    So spare yourself the misfortune and proceed with caution  
    Cause I don't just burn rappers, I torch em  
    With a skilled-out style that's mad diesel  
    And I got hemorrhoids from shittin on so many people  
    I crush those who oppose with blows to your nose  
    When it comes to my crew (that's the way love goes)  
    The Chocolate City for Black Cesar Incorporated  
    (And all of the soft get faded)  
    So before you step to me use your head  
    And you better think about it more than Special Ed  
    Cause trust me, kid, it ain't like goin against anyone else  
    I'm tellin you, don't do it to yourself  
     
    [Chorus

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