Album Cover Uncut, Pure (original And Remix)

Uncut, Pure (original And Remix)

Big Daddy Kane

4

See the crowd in an uproar acting unstable

Here comes Dark Gable raps remarkable

Mic ripper, cash flipper, Cristal sipper

Derrie're batalliere that's French for ass whipper

Long time putting work in this, to be tremendous

If I'm not the best then I'm a damn striking resemblance

I roll the dice on the streets that be cold as ice

And cause great disturbance just like a poltergeist

I come attacking this enrage to disengage the missing page

To the newest in age that's hitting stage

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 to make

Rhymes that's so butter my breath smell like land o lakes

You know the lick, seen 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 a SAT

Because your poetasterous style it plain bore me

Pardon the vainglory, but here's the Kane story

Chorus

Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door

About to give you more of the raw

Point yo hands up to the sky

Verse 2

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 as you

Was invisible it'll make your life miserable

Hip-hop icon, keep a grip like a python

I be that wrong one to get fly on

Boy you got to get that playa 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'd sooner 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