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{Big Scoob:} Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Kane, drop it like it's hot Yo, pick up the microphone and gimme what you got{Big Daddy Kane:} Hey yo, drop it like it's hot, Scoob, drop it like it's hot Pick up your microphone, it's time to rock the spot (x2)(Oh my god, tell me, is it really him?The legendary lyricist makin matters grim?)Because when I start to flow the results are so deadlyRappers start shakin like the legs on Elvis PresleySayin (It's him, the great) that's how I intimidateBut I just came to get my shit off, so I give them a breakAnd pickin up the microphone after I leftIs like givin mouth-to-mouth to a corpse, a waste of breathIn other words, I don't leave no remains for you(Forget the men, that's the evil that Kane'll do)I bring it raw, gee, too hardcore, geeThe only way you could fuck with me is in a orgyThe magnificient, none can come swifter thanCool as ???, but my skin color is differentWe got the milk and honeyMy rhymes are just like Abraham Lincoln's face (on the money)Makin me freshest on the land, but let's not forgetThat if I rapped under water they'd be AquafreshThe best, oh yes, I guess... (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait- You said that shit in '88)Oh, I originate and create the great to dictateAnd regulate chumps and set em straightI get my point across because the boss is truly yoursThe source to the force, so put it on pauseThe one that assures applause, never took a lossStronger than some Olde E quarts to a can of CoorsIn other words it's hazardous to your healthSo don't do it to yourself[Chorus:] Don't do it to yourself, don't do it Yo, you better not do it, you better not (x2)(Stop right there, you better freeze, ceaseDon't make me put my Timberland boot to your grill pieceBig Scoob from Brooklyn comin through, don't start meDon't make me turn your jam into a tec-9 party)Hey yo, what in the world would ever possess youTo think that you could touch meOr even try to come above meOr even think that you could flow this lovely?Nobody, and I mean nobody on this whole planet can stand itI rip it apart, and flip up the art cause I'm the best, damn itI crush rappers for the hell of it, defeat, I never tell of itSo anything else you heard is irrelevant(You're not on the level) man, you're not even close to me(Step to the Kane) and get bagged just like grocerySo spare yourself the misfortune and proceed with cautionCause I don't just burn rappers, I torch emWith a skilled-out style that's mad dieselAnd I got hemorrhoids from shittin on so many peopleI crush those who oppose with blows to your noseWhen it comes to my crew (that's the way love goes)The Chocolate City for Black Cesar Incorporated(And all of the soft get faded)So before you step to me use your headAnd you better think about it more than Special EdCause trust me, kid, it ain't like goin against anyone elseI'm tellin you, don't do it to yourself[Chorus]more