Death Sentence - Big Daddy Kane

I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set 
I'm about as bad as you can get 
Comin' from Bed-Stuy, that's where they do or die 
Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my 
It's not a fairy tale, a myth, it's a musical uplift 
and I'm the wrong one to mess with 
I roll on rappers like a Cherokee, bake 'em up merrily 
just like the cooks at Sara Lee 
Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your face 
and place a neck brace, about-face 
And get to steppin', because my lethal weapon 
is blowin' too fast, while you're slow as Catherine Hepburn 
What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor 
but it still wouldn't save ya 
So to the rear, step off and let the man flex 
cuz I can hang tighter to the groove than spandex 
I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan 
and Cee'll cut the recored up like Edward Scissorhands 
Rock the soul shack, I can't hold back 
Four years standin' and I still got the knack 
Cuz I remember when I first did it 
the comments that were goin' around from the next critic 
Like "Yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?" 
And now my black ass is still here like Billy Joel 
One hip-hopper that don't have to sound proper 
My broken English you can still distinguish 
And I don't have no image or no gimmicks 
and I don't have no bounds or no limits 
The Kane'll keep goin', and growin', and flowin' 
and showin' any MC, I got the best finesse to manifest 
Cuz I pull cards like some type of retard 
Hittin' MCs hard, and any other Rass Claaad 
I'm the predator to any competitor 
Scorchin' and damagin' and stompin' et cetera 
And any MC that tries to test me 
I'm swellin&