Lyrical Gymnastics - Big Daddy Kane

[Kane *singing*] 
Do you know, what you're goin through? 
Do you like this style of rap that I'm showin you? 
The way I flow for you.. do you know? 

[Kane *rapping*] 
Yeah baby c'mon 
Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song 
Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon 
Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song 
One double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor 
and put some real lyrics back in the hardcore 
What I'm used to hearin, I can't believe it's gone 
But now just like a grill inside Burger King, the beef is on 
When I come, rappers begin to speak in degrees 
I even make Sisters With Voices _Weak in the Knees_ 
So run for your lives, Kane with the pen 
is like Freddy with the glove full of knives 
Who wanna test these skills, come see how it feels 
I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got refills 
You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin 
If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't touch em 
Man, I'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat 
And you know, sometimes it's so sad that 
Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type 
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right 
Here's the news, you lettin the word hardcore be misused 
You ain't never paid dues 
Be for real, you ain't tough yet 
The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin you a ruffneck 
Your whole image is a dammmmmmmmn sham 
I'm glad in this business I didn't forget who I am 
I always remain the Kane inside a battle 
*singing* Never to walk in anyone's shadow 
I do my own thing, I do a thing of my own 
And with my competition I let it be known 
that battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son 
Six million ways to