Big Daddy Kane Don't Do It To Yourself Lyrics
            (feat. Big s_____
        
            {Big s_____}
            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, s_____ 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 deadly
            Rappers start shakin like the legs on Elvis Presley
            Sayin (It's him, the great) that's how I intimidate
            But I just came to get my s___ off, so I give them a break
            And pickin up the microphone after I left
            Is like givin mouth-to-mouth to a corpse, a waste of breath
            In 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, gee
            The only way you could f___ with me is in a orgy
            The magnificient, none can come swifter than
            Cool as ???, but my skin color is different
            We got the milk and honey
            My rhymes are just like Abraham Lincoln's face (on the money)
            Makin me freshest on the land, but let's not forget
            That if I rapped under water they'd be Aquafresh
            The best, oh yes, I guess... (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
            - You said that s___ in '88)
            Oh, I originate and create the great to dictate
            And regulate chumps and set em straight
            I get my point across because the boss is truly yours
            The source to the force, so put it on pause
            The one that a__ures applause, never took a loss
            Stronger than some Olde E quarts to a can of Coors
            In other words it's hazardous to your health
            So 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, cease
            Don't make me put my Timberland boot to your grill piece
            Big s_____from Brooklyn comin through, don't start me
            Don't make me turn your jam into a tec-9 party)
            Hey yo, what in the world would ever possess you
            To think that you could touch me
            Or even try to come above me
            Or even think that you could flow this lovely?
            Nobody, and I mean nobody on this whole planet can stand it
            I rip it apart, and flip up the art cause I'm the best, d___ it
            I crush rappers for the hell of it, defeat, I never tell of it
            So 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 grocery
            So spare yourself the misfortune and proceed with caution
            Cause I don't just burn rappers, I torch em
            With a skilled-out style that's mad diesel
            And I got hemorrhoids from s___tin on so many people
            I crush those who oppose with blows to your nose
            When 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 head
            And you better think about it more than Special Ed
            Cause trust me, kid, it ain't like goin against anyone else
            I'm tellin you, don't do it to yourself
        
            [Chorus]
        
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