Lyrics:
manifestations of the Guru."
Rest in peace!
Keith E.E.!
It's the gifted, his presence was so influential
Unlimited, that was his reach and his potential
Rhymes
talk much but live by my money sure
I don’t play with my hustle oda bi ammunition
You no fit send me I be like straight bullet nigga
Ibile la won temi ba
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
need to be poppin'
Bust a you-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what I'm sayin' 'cause?
Who got the wallet,
get a little piece of this
thang here like that there, trip.
Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'til it's soft & mushy I love that
a motherfuckin' moat
Know I love the paper her and Pe$o gon e-fuckin-lope
Up late garage flowin' nigga every night I wrote
Lost my brother Pablo only thing to do
(Who's the Master)
First Im a drop down say thanks to the man upstairs
He seems to be the only one who cares Dreams to deep for me to share
When you
did to be ahead of your niggas
None
But everybody wanna grind like me
Got hella niggas in the club and she gon' whine by me
I know her nigga in
song I probably be TNT
I ain't gon' lie, niggas know I'm goated for real, they know that's E O D
Big ass guns like C O D
Hold it down like P O P
Shawty
the same thing tho
You gotta be different wit this shit
That's it
Gotta live by it
Fuck you if you've doubted me
For real
Seen momma struggle everyday
We
goin' crazy, he wyldn
Ratchet like Stevie, it's leavin' you blinded
Hop out rocking drip, no stylist
She wantin' roses, I'm givin' her violets
Yo, bitch,
Все еще ноунейм
Но пиши мое имя all caps
Added up b-m-c im back
Added c-h-e fir the ratchet bestie
Let me please run it back
Года твой hood будто
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop
they won't be no next time
Took a puff while I thought
About my next line
Head fried but I got morals that I live by
So I could never pull a knife on my
you do me
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner
But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't
the system kill me?
If I drop this album and it sells
And the next one don't top it, will it be considered a failure?
If I had to drop outta the limelight
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
anticipation
That feelin' that people can't wait to hear your album playing
The day that it drops, patiently waitin' to hear the Villain
I be gettin' goosebumps
tricks
Still tuned badly in open E
The way my best friend once showed me
Because that's what his dad taught him
And we're all so strangely shaped by
Cee)
Now, just to let you know
I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my DJ Mister Cee in the place to be
Also the engineer all-star Marley Marl
While I'm slayin' must explain, a sucker is the lame
Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin'
Cause with a partner like E Double don't come
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
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