Текст (слова) песни: Big Daddy Kane f Lil` Daddy Shane - Looks Like a Job For...

[K] Brother man, brother man
[S] Uhh, a brother man, brother.. man, yeah!
[K] Brother man, brother.. man, go `head
[S] Brother man, brother.. man, yeah!
[K] A brother man, brother man, uhh
[S] A brother man, brother.. man, yeah!
[K] Brother man, brother.. man
[S] Uh-huh, a brother man, brother man

[Kane]
Check it, we wreck shop, from nighttime to dawn
It`s goin it`s goin it`s goin it`s goin

[Shane]
It`s gone!
Cause Lil` Daddy`s like a rap helter skelter
A bad mother..

[Kane]
Chill Shane, respect your elders
My younger one, UHH, tall and yellow
Aiyyo, I got you covered like an umbrella

[Shane]
Well, I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through

[Kane]
So may I release you?

[Shane]
Oh oh, please do

[Kane]
So Lil` Daddy, my ace, my brother
Get on the mic and let`s rock with one another

[Shane]
And, here comes the six foot four, the rough and raw
to blow up the mic with rhymes you like
I strike the stage in a rage and burn just like a twelve gauge
shotgun, cause son, the Shane is not the one
The noise bringer, humdinger, funky rhyme stinger
Bring your girl to my show and I`ma swing her
The Lil` Daddy got it down pat, YEAH
I`m like the name Heavy D, I sound fat
Word for word, line for line, UH
I gets mine and show I`m poetically in-clined
If rap was made by ? then redeemed because
you ain`t got no ahhhhhice creeeeeeeeam
So take a seat in the rear
Don`t dare to compare, cause I swear, you gets nothin here
The way you see me knock out the next brother
You`d think my moms had a talk with LL`s mother, huh
Aiy-yi-yi-yah, momma mia
Man I burn the next MC like gonorrhea
Knock the boots on a girl named Althea
Then pull her friend by the name of Maria

[Kane]
Well I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through

[Shane]
So may I release you?

[Kane]
Oh oh, please do

[Shane]
So Big Daddy, my ace, my brother
Get on the mic, and let`s rap with one another

[Kane]
When I grab the microphone and shout
You gotta spread out, spread out, spread out, spread out
I`m ready to rip it apart, I hit em with one of the rhymes
I`m rough in a flash, trash, bash, crash, smash slash mash
Run for shelter, no one can help ya
You pushed up on a heavyweight, when your rhymes are welter-
-weight that`s right, wait, because you`re not fitted
*singing* You`re never gonna get it, never gonna get it
UHH, I`m what you call a rap legend
And definitely the last MC to be present
Don`t even try to take mines
You fuckin new jack, you still got price tags on your rhymes
Yo what`s that sayin that Hammer says uhh
U Can`t Touch This, just like a pimple yo I`ma bust this
I`m like Steven Segall, _Out for Justice_
As for competition, pssssssh, what`s this?
You`re not prepared too, rappers are scared too
Confront this, cause you know damn well you don`t want this
Some good advice is just break out
Before I treat you like a fast food resteraunt and take-out
As soon as I see the microphone yo I`ma, seize that
Squeeze that, a battle, you better, freeze that
Cause if you go through the Wrath of Kane, uhh
Not even Lisa Fisher can ease the pain, so

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