Put Your Weight On It Lyrics
| Song | Put Your Weight On It |
| Artist | Big Daddy Kane |
| Album | Taste Of Chocolate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 icinBreakin 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 bright light and a fright night | |
| For types who bite, to be quite like | |
| The man with mic swingin all tight, but can't get it right | |
| You're just a sloppy, cheap carbon copy | |
| Sent to ride off in the sun, said kemosabi | |
| As the kane remains everlasting | |
| With lyrics that's fast relief like aspirin | |
| So allow me to relieve, or breathe contact | |
| Your brain and remain like hairweave | |
| Cause I can reach each participant with a speech | |
| That will teach, and have em hangin like a leach | |
| And yes still puttin rappers in fear | |
| So hold it right there, cause this is a nightmare | |
| As I cause a killer scene, and cut like a guillotine | |
| Any thoughts you had about winnin is still a dream | |
| Or more like a fantasy, tell me why can't you see | |
| There ain't a way that you can touch or stand on me | |
| You talk about how many rappers you slayed | |
| But I'm like a renegade, so | |
| I never been afraid | |
| So don't say hi to this asiatic descendant | |
| Just say peace and everything'll be splendid | |
| Peace!Mister cee, put your weight on it | |
| Boy put your weight on it, put your weight on it | |
| Put your weight on it | |
| Put your weight on it mister cee, put your weight on it! | |
| I'm outta here! |
| zuo ci : 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 quantity, 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 icinBreakin 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 halfsteppin', 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 bright light and a fright night | |
| For types who bite, to be quite like | |
| The man with mic swingin all tight, but can' t get it right | |
| You' re just a sloppy, cheap carbon copy | |
| Sent to ride off in the sun, said kemosabi | |
| As the kane remains everlasting | |
| With lyrics that' s fast relief like aspirin | |
| So allow me to relieve, or breathe contact | |
| Your brain and remain like hairweave | |
| Cause I can reach each participant with a speech | |
| That will teach, and have em hangin like a leach | |
| And yes still puttin rappers in fear | |
| So hold it right there, cause this is a nightmare | |
| As I cause a killer scene, and cut like a guillotine | |
| Any thoughts you had about winnin is still a dream | |
| Or more like a fantasy, tell me why can' t you see | |
| There ain' t a way that you can touch or stand on me | |
| You talk about how many rappers you slayed | |
| But I' m like a renegade, so | |
| I never been afraid | |
| So don' t say hi to this asiatic descendant | |
| Just say peace and everything' ll be splendid | |
| Peace! Mister cee, put your weight on it | |
| Boy put your weight on it, put your weight on it | |
| Put your weight on it | |
| Put your weight on it mister cee, put your weight on it! | |
| I' m outta here! |
| zuò cí : 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 quantity, 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 icinBreakin 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 halfsteppin', 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 bright light and a fright night | |
| For types who bite, to be quite like | |
| The man with mic swingin all tight, but can' t get it right | |
| You' re just a sloppy, cheap carbon copy | |
| Sent to ride off in the sun, said kemosabi | |
| As the kane remains everlasting | |
| With lyrics that' s fast relief like aspirin | |
| So allow me to relieve, or breathe contact | |
| Your brain and remain like hairweave | |
| Cause I can reach each participant with a speech | |
| That will teach, and have em hangin like a leach | |
| And yes still puttin rappers in fear | |
| So hold it right there, cause this is a nightmare | |
| As I cause a killer scene, and cut like a guillotine | |
| Any thoughts you had about winnin is still a dream | |
| Or more like a fantasy, tell me why can' t you see | |
| There ain' t a way that you can touch or stand on me | |
| You talk about how many rappers you slayed | |
| But I' m like a renegade, so | |
| I never been afraid | |
| So don' t say hi to this asiatic descendant | |
| Just say peace and everything' ll be splendid | |
| Peace! Mister cee, put your weight on it | |
| Boy put your weight on it, put your weight on it | |
| Put your weight on it | |
| Put your weight on it mister cee, put your weight on it! | |
| I' m outta here! |
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