Put Your Weight On It - Big Daddy Kane

One for the ace and two for the deuce 
If you're ready Mister Cee cut the record real loose 
and uhh, test test test test, oh yes 
I wanna bless the mic, I caress with finesse 
Back off the microphone, you can't wreck it none 
I'm like a nine, and you're just a Naked Gun 
Some type of new jack, steppin in the area 
kind of reminds me of Eddie Murphy, Coming to America 
But you can't approach this, rhymes are too ferocious 
Do the knowledge as I quote this 
Freddie Krueger, walkin on Kane's street 
Five chapters and I still ain't been beat 
Bout time I turned the microphone loose 
Anyone after me is just an excuse 
Even the level of the devil or Exorcist 
can't get next to this 
This is mayhem, so competition, say when 
You're thinkin that you're ready, so I can just play him 
or them, no matter the quan-tity, you don't want to be 
in this battle, so just flee 
Cause I leave em panickin when I start damagin 
Kickin this swift, leaves you stiff, like a mannequin 
And frozen, this is a mind explosion 
as the chosen flows in, the competition throws in 
the towel, my sharp tongue is like a license 
I strike like Mike, Tyson I be icin 
Breakin the mic in half, just like a psychopath 
But still smooth and cool, just like a draft 
Leave the metro scared and petrol 
Ain't No Half-Steppin', so I don't sweat no MC 
cause Michael Jackson couldn't say it clearer 
My only comp is the man in the mirror 
So any pretender, you never been to 
the death zone, this is the wrath, do not enter 
These ain't the grounds for MC's to be wanderin 
These is the grounds that the Kane is conquerin 
Lyrics are bright and recite on the mic to excite 
delight, ignite, a bri