Big Daddy Kane — 28 Bars Of Kane

[Verse 1] On the streets of Brooklyn, you see this kid looking Tightning his MJ's, white and cement grey You're sure to see a pair of Jordan 3's Now you wanna talk legendary talk to me Some break records, so no one forget 'em But we don't break records, we the ones to set 'em What's in a legend but cutting edges, perfection With one obsession for staying on the top of his profession And if it ain't broke, we don't fix it And no remixes, no pre-fixes And if it ain't hot we ain't repping it You ain't getting no half stepping Half court lames that could never play a full Any little game just to see what they could call A wolf in sheep clothing gonna lie and say it's wool You wanna be like Mike then save the bull Many try to stick 'em, many try to pick 'em And think slow, you made your D silent like Django A broken ankle, and now your tanks low One octane, but homie, not Kane for short It's evident I'm the rawest specimen Warlords and testaments to change your regimen Spitting to the beat or either the record spin You wanna see the magic? All I need is just a pen Sheer excellence, to say thus far You can ask Isaac Newton how you greet a star You asked for 16, I went way too far And I gave you 28, just to raise the bars