Big Daddy Kane - Terra N Ya Era Lyrics
You looking in the mouth of madness, skilled out since I had thisIm talking bout nothing but pure d badnessMy acceleration is compatible to a bimaMy pockets looking greener, from the funky cold medinaDont tell me bout the things that you done did cause I done did itDont tell me bout the skins that you done hit, cause I done hit itAnd once I rock these, with a style thats ***** deisGood god, I get the crowd together like knock kneesNow, I dont act hard, I just mack hardBaggin video looking honeys with the big back yardYes lord, girls Im gamin leaving the microphone flaminThrowing up hip-hop signs cause thats the set that I be claiminGuerilla war fares for those who love to pull your cardGrimies from fort green to malcolm x boulevardNow, if thats what youre hoping then its the wrong things youre scopinI may not rap bout slittin no throats but trust me kid Ill get you openVerse 2Here comes a taste of the rawness, like you never saw thisOnce I grip the cordless, my victory is flawlessChaos and havoc, lyrically psychopathicAt times get pornographic, lord man I gots to have itThen I commit to hit you with this composite thats ultimateToo legit splendid come get wit it for your comfortBut then sloppily, rappers try to copy meTake pieces of my property, and use it all unproperlyAnd probably, been focusing a while to copy my styleBut child what Ill compile is too versatileIm too superior, its sort of like comparing aSpanking new desert eagle to a rusty little derringerBut skip the tool, lets try to deal here with the jewelThat Im droppin on you, now let me take you all to schoolYou see, to graduate in hip-hop you must be smartAnd no you dont have to know how to paint to make your rhymes a form of artPoetry and literature is what makes this english fanaticNow dig this, I drop science but still deal with mathematicsAnd since I dont be dealing with whats considered a mysteryI learned the dead presidents to pass american historyGot my degree in rapologyHip-hop had to set me free, look mom, a real emceeSo you want yours now, well dont get caught with your drawers downCause word life, this industry is half corrupt just like the dogg poundVerse 3Rap godfatherOh goodness gracious, you better make it spaciousFor the vivacious, ostentatious, who feel courageous?I put it on them using my tongue as a swordBut at times get broader than broad for those who insist to get flooredWhatever it takes to see your nerve gone, and word bornBlack caesar gonna get his swerve onMy name should be referred to in medical termsCause I get way up in the cut and Im talking way worse than germsYou like to chase it playin catch like tom & jerryBut on the contrary, Id rather sip the dom periLay back in harmony, because its so bizarre to seeThat all the hard core rappers are slowly turning r&bWell pardon me, you contradict yoself, I see you not perfect yoselfYou like that type music yoself, stick yoselfWhat happened to black men of pride nuff men have diedNowadays whats been applied, in hip-hop is genocideThats when the rappers go get the clappersCant you see they trying to strap us just to trap us, good God its backwardsOne nation under a groove, thats how we moveIts time to teach the youth get it together show and proveMe no run with the gun or speak of none for actionWhen you get done scream Im the one, it looks like an illusionI deal with equality so never call my brethren sonYes mon, me got mad flava just like jerk chicken
