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[Preacher]
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Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
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for this somber occasion
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Please join us in the mourning of this U-47
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It was a great microphone in it's day
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until it met it's fate
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One evening while it was in the studio
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it was struck by the lyrical force of the Big Daddy Kane
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So ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
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May this microphone, rest, in peace..
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Knock knock, guess who? Yes, ooh
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The Bigger the B, the Iggah the I,
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the Jigga the G is comin through
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Yes I'm the one with clout, they're all talkin bout
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To be frank, I have the flavor like sauerkraut
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The microphone assassinator and furthermore
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I murdered plenty rappers and believe that I'll murder more
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So if you ask to give the Kane a go
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You better treat me like drugs, and Just Say No
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Because I utilize my skills to brutilize
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And in a battle, man you should see what I do to guys
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Whenever the mic's mine, I'll rock a hype rhyme
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and come off, like dirty panties at nighttime
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Cause any mic that I caress, I finesse
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with zest, and just bless, best yet to progress
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King Asiatic, no other rapper stands this
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You couldn't be a King if you played hockey in Los Angeles
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I gets pi-daid, top gri-dade, gotta admit ey
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point blank, the kid's stri-daight
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Cause when it comes to R-A-P-P-I-N, huh
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I got it locked up like a bullpen
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"May you rest in peace" -> 3X
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"If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest!" -> KRS-One
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Rappers I get em and hit em and slit em and split em and rid em
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Acquit em, when I get wit em, you can tell that I did em
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I take em and shake em and bake em and ache em and break em
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and rake em, you can't awake em from the comatose way I make em
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Cause when you're messin with me -- you know what?
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You can swallow a live grenade and you STILL won't blow up!
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Pickin up the microphone you shouldn't dare
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It's like bein on a Stairmaster, climbin and goin nowhere
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You're perpetratin like you're ready and able
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but couldn't rock a show, if the stage was a cradle
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Your rhymes are old as an artifact, and you don't want no part of that
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So don't even start it black
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Anyone riffin I show them how I'm livin
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And give them some of that treatment like my man Michael Bivins
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I smack em up, flip em and then shove em down
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Huh, oh I-ah-ah-I-ah-I-ah-I don't be fuckin around
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To rip this microphone like this today
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since eighty-seven I came a LONG, LONG way
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To headlinin, all the way from supportin..
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.. and I know you've been watchin me Norton!
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Through my whole rap career, a lot of young, huh,
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rappers sat there, and listened, a lot of young, huh,
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rappers sat there, and wishin.. but..
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you couldn't see the Kane with X-Ray vision
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And just because you didn't see my crew for a few
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A lot of people thought the Wolfpack was through
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But if you think the Kane and Scoob and Scrap'll breakup
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I tell you like Marvin Gaye, "wake up.. wake up.. wake up.."
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Put it to rest, it's best to 'fess
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Because the Kane is breakin rappers like the IRS
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And consider this microphone the deceased
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Now may it rest in peace
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"May you rest in peace" -> 7X
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"If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest!" -> KRS-One
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Rest In Peace
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| Big Daddy Kane |
