Lyrics:
Don't get cooked by the pilot light
I can smell metal in the air tonight
I can smell metal in the air tonight
I can smell metal in the air tonight
a football.
So skip to my loo, or get stomped by my crew.
Brooklyn's in the house, and ain't a damn thing new.
[Chorus]
[Big Daddy Kane]
Here comes
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
straight out and will be a goal kick. Intercepted nicely by Arnold, who passes to Kane, who brings the ball into the box, gets the cross in, surely a tap in
Isolation eats at the face of phrase biters
Bite bleak void, small world big noise
Swallowed by void, wallow with toys
Hollow metal slugs penetrated
Just
One day,
when the Royal Court was being held,
a trader
presented himself in the Court.
He had a large metal box with him.
Your Majesty,
I am here
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
past the P L.
Picked from the center of the field, demos are knee high,
30 side looking from outside of the block, think outside the box,
who you are
train to purgatory
Standing room only
Nod off, smile, the clanging metal sounds
You are the opium serf of the hour
He is the heroin king of the piazza
dimes by the caseload
Hide the prescription, Miller said I’m stable
A R strike the pause
Put the flaws in a box with a- fuck off
Mallet for the media,
the ghetto
Downtown all around with the metal and the devil
These bitches gotta go
They are tried to jack me for my dough
I got that Fo Four by the door
I am
The lame stuffer
Bang, deranged fucker
I walk bys and guys became Kane Tuckers
Make enemies, make friends
I make money, money make moves in the state
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
at the Garden box office
And all Ticketron locations, or charge by phone
repeddle way' my metal
And knew that gods admissions are both open and free
And that he slowed the medics down, the rivers too fast for me
N' edits
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
The hood got three lanes, Life, Death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life. In that box is the D-word
In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword
Ayy
(Kane did it, ho)
This mornin', I brushed my teeth, I grabbed my Glock off the hotel stand
Shot my mama a text, "Thanks for makin' me a man"
stick to your Naughty By Natures and your Kane
'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane
Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid
Give me
Ya
Ya
Ya Ya Ya
Ya, Uhhh
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Eight-Bit Schemes are Leading
To my Three Dimension Dreams
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