Big Daddy Kane – Young, Gifted & Black
Album: It’s a Big Daddy Thing (c) 1989, produced by: Marley Marl, label: Cold Chillin’ Records. [Minister Farrakhan] So out of the MERCY of Allah and the LAW, written in our nature We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence And when that individual, I make, NO apologies for what I’m about to say [Big Daddy Kane] Rough, rugged and real, you’re on standstill to obey okay so let the man build words of rapture that you have to capture And I just slapped ya with the hand full of literature that’s dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase Competition you must be on freebase Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I’m chokin! Cause I got a strangehold You’re still cold off the road for the role you stole Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out I’m not a pop star, rock’n'roller I’m a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a mic like a hammer, and drop grammar Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute They get the boot and played like a flute so just PLAY mute, don’t even whisper Open your mouth to speak and I’m diss ya Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue Because you’re petty confetti and not ready to rock steady In other words, you’re half-steppin’ Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun But when it come to hype rhymes I got one Just like the album is still the same …