Dont Do it to Yourself Lyrics by Big Daddy Kane

Dont Do it to Yourself Lyrics

    {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 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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit 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 assures 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 Scoob 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, damn 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 shittin 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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