Big Daddy Kane — Uncut Pure

[Verse 1] See the crowd in an uproar actin' unstable Here comes Dark Gable raps remarkable The mic ripper, cash flipper, Cristal sipper Derrie're batalliere, that's French for ass whipper Long time puttin' work in this, to be tremendous If I'm not the best, then I'm a damn strikin' resemblance I roll the dice on the streets that be cold as ice And cause great disturbance just like a poltergeist I come attackin' this enrage to disengage the missin' page To the newest in age that's hittin' stage (Now why that be?) For I be one that knows the art To get you up and out your seat if you was Rosa Parks Tell me, how much can you take from me, the man that make Rhymes that be so butter, my breath smell like Land O'Lakes? You know the lick, see me hit 'em like a brick Plus my posse run thick, not that click from Mario flick Beware of one of the best they be You wanna test the God? I hope you mean the SAT Because your poetasterous style, it plain, bore me Pardon the vainglory, but here's the Kane story (come on!) [Chorus] Bringin' you that uncut pure, knockin' at your door About to give you more of the raw Point yo' hands up to the sky- [Verse 2] Ah, man, fuck the chorus And let the lyrics sit up in the track like rigamortis I spit a few to listen to when this I do it's as if you Was invisible, it'll make your life miserable Hip-Hop icon, keep a grip just like a python I be that wrong one to get fly on Boy, you got to get that player hatin' out you That's the other side of the game and I ain't Erykah Badu Black Caesar, don't you even reach my way You soon to find a vital point that's on Priest Pai Mae I heat it up to where I pasteurize half the guys A fast demise, disaster lies as he dies Confront one of the best at rhymin' What I write it be so rough that my ink pen done need alignment The untouchable, don't want to tempt me I come kickin' through your door, unlawful entry It be me, even though none of y'all want to see me For real, damn, I know how Jehovah's Witness feel I remember how I formed it up Because I took what was raw and then I warmed it up I turned the fire down to simmer as I calmed it up But take a look, I think the Kane about to overcook Come and get it, but you better come with paramedics 'Cause you couldn't bring it to me if you worked for Fed Ex I come cuttin' through, split his gut in two I touch 'em, what him do? You know the style ain't nothin' new (Let's go!) [Chorus] Bringin' you that uncut pure, knockin' at your door About to give you more of the raw Point yo' hands up to the sky, high Get on down, baby, we keep it live Bringin' you that uncut pure, knockin' at your door About to give you more of the raw Point yo' hands up to the sky, high Get on down, baby, we keep it live [Verse 3] A good game it lets the plot thicken But the thing that just ain't clickin' is the way y'all legalize trickin' You talk about your ride when you don't even got one But I can pull a hot one when inside of a Datsun The wicked in the bed, plus the wicked in the head When I shoot the game, it's like my tongue got infra red Let the Messiah take you higher as I supply ya what you require Desire and admire it entire Sudden impact as I'm guttin' 'em, black Closest thing to me would be (what's that?) Nothing in fact I come with more in skill to always score and kill Females adore and thrill, sweeter thing than Lauryn Hill As I return with a vengeance, here comes the day of independence Approach 'em all with some bad intentions In other words, I'm makin' 'em resign Diminish mine, runnin' through 'em like a finish line [Chorus] Bringin' you that uncut pure, knockin' at your door About to give you more of the raw Point yo' hands up to the sky, high Get on down, baby, we keep it live Bringin' you that uncut pure, knockin' at your door About to give you more of the raw Point yo' hands up to the sky, high Get on down, baby, we keep it live