Текст песни Looks Like A Job For... - Big Daddy Kane
Nobody
move,
nobody
get
hurt
And
I
won′t
have
to
do
no-body
work
The
minute
I
come
on
stage
and
take
position
A
demolition,
where
rappers
catch
a
bad
decision,
huh
I
start
to
swingin
it,
puttin
my
bad
thing
in
it
Soon
as
I
start
flingin
it,
girls'll
start
clingin
it
People′ll
start
singin
it,
noise
oh
I'm
bringin
it
To
show
and
to
prove
to
the
people
The
man
that
really
is
the
king
in
it
Cause
I
take
the
cake
like
hostess
No,
not
the
one
you
wanna
play
high
post
with
Warm
it
up
kane,
warm
as
a
snorkel
Snatch
the
microphone
and
do
a
nigga
somethin
awful
I
give
him
the
rhythm-a-jazz
pizazz
finesse
and
yet
The
flavor
to
jam
and
slam
the
land
I
flip
the
script
like
nobody
can
It's
like
they
lack
the
crowd
to
get
live
And
raw
from
all
the
brothers
who
smothered
the
mic
They′re
frank
with
force,
cause
you
know,
kane
comes
off
See
me
and
the
mic
go
together
like
neighbors
And
if
that′s
too
fast,
here's
a
slower
flavor
You
see
i
am
the
man
to
stand
top
brand
No
band
at
hand
and
yes
I
can
can,
yes
I
can
can
Rip
the
microphone
to
shreds
Buck
buck,
rough
and
tuff,
and
a
little
bit
raggamuffin
For
havin
a
rapper
that
try
to
battle
will
stress
me
You
shouldn′t
address
me
cause
you
can't
impress
me
So
don′t
test
me,
boy,
I
say
you
better
move
over
Yeah,
yeah,
huh
Many
people
tried
to
say
I
fell
off
He
went
r&b,
now
his
rap
is
all
soft
But
if
you
say
that
on
stage,
I'll
prove
you
wrong
And
wax
that
ass,
rappin
off
a
love
song
Cause
with
the
street
in
all
battles
I′m
still
hard
Like
a
mallet,
servin
competition
like
salad
I'm
gonna
give
you
some
damn
good
advice
g
Break
out,
before
there
be
some
sugar
honey
iced
tea
Cause
now
you're
comin
in
the
danger
zone
There
no
man,
can
withstand,
or
hold
his
own
I
burn
a
rapper
so
bad
that
it
bruise
Even
if
you
put
a
condom
on
the
mic
that
I
use
That
won′t
protect
ya,
I
still
can
effect
ya
Cause
I
flip
the
script,
like
a
movie
director
I′m
makin
the
non-believers
believe
what
I'm
dishin
up
And
people
that′s
still
fans,
will
be
air
conditioners
Why
golly
gee,
I'm
the
hypest
The
power
to
maintain,
and
sustain,
cause
I′m
righteous
In
other
words,
by
knowledge
and
degrees
You
gotta
say
God
bless,
and
I
don't
mean
when
I
sneeze
A
black
man,
you
know
I
got,
soul
For
rockin
the
track
and
sparkin
the
mic
that
I
hold
Not
just
been
flowin
for
the
fellas
so
for
the
ladies
I
didn′t
forget
you
A
lot
of
rappers
today,
know
how
to
flow
Also,
a
lot
of
amateurs
turned
pro
But
if
I
ask
for
the
mic
at
your
show
Aiyyo,
I
think
you
better
let
it
go!
Cause
I
go
in
a
rage
on
stage
The
rap
it
never
stops
til
I
get
my
props
And
if
you
don't
know
my
style,
well
look
here
my
friend
You
saw
faces
of
death
hehe
yeah
yeah
aight
then
I'm
tryin
to
tell
my
competition
the
scoop
That
I′m
breakin
down,
any
soloist
or
group
And
even
though,
some
of
them
try
to
play
souped
When
I
come
on
stage,
they
spread
they
wings
like
troop
And
fly
away,
cause
I
don′t
play
I
slay,
okay,
okay?
The
king
of
combat,
my
competition
scat
Pockets
stay
fat,
oh
hells
yeah,
I'm
all
that
1 Looks Like A Job For...
2 How U Get A Record Deal?
3 Chocolate City
4 Prelude
5 The Beef Is On
6 Stop Shammin'
7 Brother Man, Brother Man - feat. Lil' Daddy Shane
8 Rest In Peace
9 Very Special
10 Here Comes Kane, Scoob And Scrap
11 Niggaz Never Learn
12 Give It To Me
13 'Nuff Respect - Remix
14 Finale
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