(Till the endin) --> Big Daddy Kane
Check it, I wreck every record
Cause it's a fact that me and Ak, we don't lack
We got excess, we comin express on the track
And MC's, we got the bomb
And it's fatter than Dom DeLuise
And I owe it to my peeps, so I keeps on top
It's the nig with the six fig status
According to my rhyming apparatus
I am nimbocumulus, and you are just a stratus
I move tides when my rhyme collides
I open the ground with sound
That's bound to drown a small town
Or village, causing spillage into the forest
I'm rougher than Chuck Norris
And my shit is rough till the endin
Up in solitary confinement
Cause it don't matter how old
Or young, you're gettin hung
Straight from the ceiling
Straight from the ceiling
So you can put your hands up
Anybody, yo, I shot em with the shotie
Word to Gotti, I need a puddy
I'm shittin, my shit is hittin
Like a collision, I get a commission
I'm fat, and you're malnutritioned
And I'm fully conditioned
I'm rough till the ending
I'm comin straight from scratch
There ain't no muthafuckin match
If you want to be a fighter
Did a lot better with a one-nighter
And yet you want to get with a vet
You put a can-can in the middle of 'Nam
You'll get attacked and ate raw
But come test, and you'll rest in a shrine
Because I'm comin on stage
But stand back from the cage
Because I maim, they can't tame
At any age I rip off the head with the whip
Now give me that microchip
Fuck the spot, I'ma blow up the world
You just mad because I towed up your girl
And sent her back lookin like Raggedy Ann
She said her man was like Faggedy Dan