Rest in Peace - Big Daddy Kane

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today for this somber occasion.

Please join us in the mourning of this U-47.

It was a great microphone in its

day until it met it’s fate.

One evening while it was in the studio

It was struck by the lyrical force of the Big Daddy Kane.

So ashes to ashes,

and dust to dust, may this microphone, rest, in peace

Knock knock, guess who?

Yes, ooh

The Bigger the B, the Iggah the I, the Jigga the G is comin through

Yes I’m the one with clout, they’re all talkin' bout

To be frank, I have the flavor like sauerkraut

The microphone assassinator and furthermore

I murdered plenty rappers and believe that I’ll murder more

So if you ask to give the Kane a go

You better treat me like drugs, and Just Say No

Because I utilize my skills to brutalize

And in a battle, man, you should see what I do to guys

Whenever the mic’s mine, I’ll rock a hype rhyme

And come off, like dirty panties at nighttime

Cause any mic that I caress, I finesse

With zest, and just bless, best yet to progress

King Asiatic, no other rapper stands this

You couldn’t be a King if you played hockey in Los Angeles

I gets pi-daid, top gri-dade, gotta admit-eh

Point blank, the kid’s stri-daight

Cause when it comes to R-A-P-P-I-N, huh

I got it locked up like a bullpen

«May you rest in peace»

«May you rest in peace»

«May you rest in peace»

«If this meaning doesn’t manifest, put it to rest»

Rappers I get em and hit em and slit em and split em and rid em

Acquit em, when I get with em, you can tell that I did em

I take em and shake em and bake em and ache em and break em

And rake em, you can’t awake 'em from the comatose way I make 'em

Cause when you’re messin' with me, you know what?

You can swallow a live grenade and you still won’t blow up

Pickin' up the microphone, you shouldn’t dare

It’s like being on a Stairmaster, climbin' and goin' nowhere

You’re perpetratin' like you’re ready and able

But couldn’t rock a show if the stage was a cradle

Your rhymes are old as an artifact, and you don’t want no part of that

So don’t even start it black

Anyone riffin', I show them how I’m livin'

And give them some of that treatment like my man Michael Bivins

I smack em up, flip em and then shove em down

Huh, oh I-ah-ah-I-ah-I-ah-I don’t be fuckin' around

To rip this microphone like this today

Since eighty-seven I came a long, long way

To headlinin', all the way from supportin'

And I know you’ve been watchin' me Norton!

Through my whole rap career, a lot of young, huh

Rappers sat there, and listened, a lot of young, huh

Rappers sat there, and wishin', but

You couldn’t see the Kane with X-Ray vision

And just because you didn’t see my crew for a few

A lot of people thought the Wolfpack was through

But if you think the Kane and Scoob and Scrap’ll breakup

I tell you like Marvin Gaye, «Wake up, wake up, wake up»

Put it to rest, it’s best to 'fess

Because the Kane is breakin' rappers like the IRS

And consider this microphone the deceased

Now may it rest in peace

«May you rest in peace»

«May you rest in peace»

«May you rest in peace»

«May you rest in peace»

«May you rest in peace»

«May you rest in peace»

«May you rest in peace»

«If this meaning doesn’t manifest, put it to rest!»