Death Sentence Lyrics - Prince Of Darkness - Big Daddy Kane

I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set 

I'm about as bad as you can get 

Comin' from Bed-Stuy, that's where they do or die 

Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my 

It's not a fairy tale, a myth, it's a musical uplift 

and I'm the wrong one to mess with 

I roll on rappers like a Cherokee, bake 'em up merrily 

just like the cooks at Sara Lee 

Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your face 

and place a neck brace, about-face 

And get to steppin', because my lethal weapon 

is blowin' too fast, while you're slow as Catherine Hepburn 

What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor 

but it still wouldn't save ya 

So to the rear, step off and let the man flex 

cuz I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex 

I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan 

and Cee'll cut the recored up like Edward Scissorhands 

Rock the soul shack, I can't hold back 

Four years standin' and I still got the knack 

Cuz I remember when I first did it 

the comments that were goin' around from the next critic 

Like "Yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?" 

And now my black ass is still here like Billy Joel 

One hip-hopper that don't have to sound proper 

My broken English you can still distinguish 

And I don't have no image or no gimmicks 

and I don't have no bounds or no limits 

The Kane'll keep goin', and growin', and flowin' 

and showin' any MC, I got the best finesse to manifest 

Cuz I pull cards like some type of retard 

Hittin' MCs hard, and any other Rass Claaad 

I'm the predator to any competitor 

Scorchin' and damagin' and stompin' et cetera 

And any MC that tries to test me 

I'm swellin' up his jaws mor than Dizzy Gillespie 

Crushin' all dreams you thought were possible 

I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital 

I couldn't count the rappes I be servin' 

If defeat was sex, huh, I'd be a virgin 

My match ain't been found, movin' around, breakin' 'em down 

where the ground, never the clown, how that sound? 

Don't get gassed, cuz boy you won't last 

so take your crippled rhymes and put 'em in a cast 

You're too pathetic, bring in a paramedic 

to heal your sick rhymes, cuz man, you ain't poetic 

You're just a cheap little hooker and I gotta overlook a 

MC that's wack, ya little bogger 

And stand clear of the mic that I'm rippin' 

as I'm...? 

And get your jury and a good defendant 

cuz I'm servin' a death sentence... 

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