Big Daddy Kane - Rest in Peace lyrics

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today For this somber occasion Please join us in the mourning of this u-47 It was a great microphone in it's day Until it met it's fate One evening while it was in the studio It was struck by the lyrical force of the big daddy Kane So ashes to ashes, and dust to dust May this microphone, rest, in peace Knock knock, guess who? yes, ooh The bigger the b, the iggah the I The jigga the g is comin' through Yes I'm the one with clout, they're all talkin bout To be frank, I have the flavor like sauerkraut The microphone asa**inator and furthermore I murdered plenty rappers and believe that I'll murder more So if you ask to give the Kane a go You better treat me like d**, and just say no Because I utilize my sk**s to brutalize And in a battle, man you should see what I do to guys Whenever the mic's mine, I'll rock a hype rhyme And come off, like dirty panties at nighttime Cause any mic that I caress, I finesse With zest, and just bless, best yet to progress King asiatic, no other rapper stands this You couldn't be a king if you played hockey in Los Angeles I gets pi-daid, top gri-dade, gotta admit ey Point blank, the kid's stri-daight Cause when it comes to r-a-p-p-I-n, huh I got it locked up like a bullpen May you rest in peace If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest! Rappers I get em and hit em and slit em and split em and rid em Acquit em, when I get wit em, you can tell that I did em I take em and shake em and bake em and ache em and break em And rake em, you can't awake em from the comatose way I make em Cause when you're messin' with me you know what? You can swallow a live grenade and you still won't blow up! Pickin' up the microphone you shouldn't dare It's like bein on a stair master, climbin' and goin' nowhere You're perpetratin like you're ready and able But couldn't rock a show, if the stage was a cradle Your rhymes are old as an artifact, and you don't want no part of that So don't even start it black Anyone riffin' I show them how I'm livin' And give them some of that treatment like my man Michael bivins I smack em up, flip em and then shove em down Huh, oh I-ah-ah-I-ah-I-ah-I don't be f**in' around To rip this microphone like this today Since eighty-seven I came a long, long way To headlinin', all the way from supportin' And I know you've been watchin' me norton! Through my whole rap career, a lot of young, huh Rappers sat there, and listened, a lot of young, huh Rappers sat there, and wishin but You couldn't see the Kane with x-ray vision And just because you didn't see my crew for a few A lot of people thought the wolfpack was through But if you think the Kane and scoob and scrap'll breakup I tell you like Marvin Gaye, "wake up wake up wake up" Put it to rest, it's best to 'fess Because the Kane is breakin' rappers like the IRS And consider this microphone the deceased Now may it rest in peace