Can you feel it

Nothin' can save ya

For this is the seaon of catchin' the vpors

And since I got time, what I'm gonna do

Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew

Wel you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records

Made the music, "Nobody Beats the Biz"

Well, check it

Back in the days before this began

He usually tried to talk to this girl name Fran

The type of female with fly Gucci wear

With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair

When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed

Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS"

Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer

My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her

But now he trucks gold and wears fly Valley boots

Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits

Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak

And be comin' to all the shows

Every single weekend

To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please

Dyin' for the day to get skeezed

She caught the vapors (4X)

I got another partner that's calm and plain

He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane

A mellow type of fellow that's laid back

Back in the days, he was nothin' like that

I remember when he used to fight every day

What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey

He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied

And a rasta-type Kango tilted to the side

Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad

And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had

They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum

Or either injail or someone would shoot him

But now he's grown up, to their surprise

Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide

Now the same people that didn't like him