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