Big Daddy Kane — Niggaz Never Learn

[Produced by Large Professor] Things been said, plenty rumors been spread Many many many new jacks got it in they head That they can raise up on this and put the Kane in fright He-he, Yeah right! Listen, you're just as soft as baby powder Don't let your mouth get you in somethin' Your rhymes can't get you out of Some good advice is don't even come out my way You better press upon Chucky if you're lookin' for Child's Play 'Cause I'm a grown ass man in total command One of the best to ever be and No other can ever take a stand When I kick a verse, the scene becomes so scary That niggas get quiet like a library I pick up the mic like a hunter in hot pursuit Oh, you want some of this? Then put that mic on mute Because you'll be in more danger than Penelope Pitstop Point blank, you get your shit dropped I got a death blow whenever I throw With double impact to take out the whole row Huh, I start swingin' again and again You'll hear so many “Ooh-ah's” you'll think it was Boyz II Men I break down, shakedown, proceed down, beat down Back down, smackdown, rip down, get down Showdown, throwdown, rundown, come down! (DJ rewinds) Here's a little message for your own concern You try to press up on this and get burned A battle with a non-believe is what I yearn Damn, niggas never learn Niggas! This is for your own concern” You must learn Niggas! This is for your own concern You must learn Niggas! This is for your own concern You must learn Niggas! This is for your own concern You must learn If you ever see a jam playin' you can bet that damn Kane Will make it sparkle and bubble like champagne Dom Perignon I'm the Don of the set And I'll bet, that the girls, will agree That the B, the-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y Superfly feel Like Ron O'Neal, gets ill, I got it goin' on Word is bond, I'm more Dangerous Than Michael Jackson, hah, sha-mon! So, I don't attract with the wick-wick-wack So take a step back, you new, new, new jack 'Cause young boy, all of your rhymes are pre-natal Mines are fatal, 'cause I got The Hand That Rocks the Cradle So stay in your crib pen, before you get did in Uhh, I mean done in, you gets none and The last rapper to press upon me wrong was Umm... damn it's been that long! So competin' is not a smart decision 'Cause I start to dissin', then start dismissin' You're tryin' to battle with me well Goddamn scram The style that you're usin' is as old as a Trans-Am Update yourself just like an 850 Shift see, oh what's the use you still can't with me Many MC's tried their best to press up But I guess, their best wasn't good enough I'm not Robert Townsend, but every time I speak I'll leave a rapper's chest beatin' like he had Five Heartbeats Knockin' out comp like Rocky Balboa And I make more noise than a lawnmower For my stacks, I worked hard to earn Bein' the bigger the better the badder the boss The brother to break em when bringin' the bomb To blow up the Boogie Down- (Inhales, deep sigh) Damn, niggas never learn!