Git Bizzy Lyrics by Big Daddy Kane

Git Bizzy Lyrics

    Set it off Kane (go, go) get busy (go, go)
    * repeat 8X *

    [Big Daddy Kane]
    Who's that smooth fellow flowin to this tune?
    * Mister Cee scratches "Big Daddy" * Back so soon?
    The fact is, I never left
    Cause I'm everlastin and my rhymes keep blastin
    Soon as I pick up the pen and relate it to paper
    that's the beginning
    And for you Filthy McNasty MC's, that's the ending
    Cause when I grab the microphone just like a gun
    You know them doo-run-run-run, them doo-run-run
    Heh, I'm not your ordinary lyricist
    None'll compare at this, as far as raps, pssh,
    I'm takin care of this
    I work the stage like a slavehand
    And keep the girls screamin just like Captain Caveman
    I did shows at the same arena that held Ike and Tina
    and the Chi-Lites, song have you seein her
    puttin me on after Jennifer Holiday, ain't no thing
    Because I still come off, after the fat lady sings

    Set it off Kane, get busy
    * repeat 4X *

    [Big Daddy Kane]
    Here we go, Shalamar style
    That means the Second Time Around so pump the sound
    As I progress to bless the mic and strike the stage
    Enraged arouse the crowd to jump and pump their fists
    and twist their waists with grace and clap and snap
    and move and groove cause I'm still, so, smooth
    If you compare the Big Daddy to a Caddy
    I'd be an Allante, suave as Belafonte
    Interplanetary and extraordinary (hmm, what about poetic?)
    Mmm, very!
    I've even heard it said that I was the ultimate
    Welllll.. maybe just a little bit
    And competition I'll explain to them
    that this don't even pertain to them
    to try to flow like this will crack your cranium
    So to the rear and let the Prince of Darkness spark this
    like a vampire, bloodthirsty, uhh, have mercy

    Set it off Kane, get busy
    * repeat 4X *

    ..

    [Big Daddy Kane]
    As we enter into the third half, for this paragraph
    I wanna take all of the people that's leaping along with this tune
    to another plateau they never been too -- as I continue
    with somethin funky to get into
    Give me a James Brown, Funkadelic, or Prince beat
    And watch me turn the microphone to minced meat
    I tear the roof off the mother as soon as my lips pucker
    cause I'm a bad mother *TWEET!!*

    Set it off Kane, get busy
    * repeat 8X *

    [Kane] I'm a baaaad man!

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