Antonio Hardy (born September 10, 1968) better known by his stage name Big Daddy Kane, is a Grammy Award-winning American rapper who started his career in 1986 as a member of the rap group the Juice Crew. He is widely considered to be one of the most influential and skilled MCs in Hip Hop. Regarding the name Big Daddy Kane, he said: "The Big Daddy part and the Kane part came from two different things. The Kane part came from my fascination with the martial arts flicks when I was young. The Big Daddy came from something that happened on a ski trip one time involving a young lady."
In 1984, Kane became friends with Biz Markie, and he would co-write some of Biz's best-known lyrics. Both eventually became important members of the Queens-based Juice Crew, a collective headed by renowned producer Marley Marl. Kane signed with Marl's Cold Chillin' Records label in 1987 and debuted the following year with the 12" single "Raw," an underground hit. Kane is known for his ability to syncopate over faster hip hop beats, and despite his asthmatic condition he is acknowledged as one of the pioneering masters of fast-rap. His sense of style is renowned and set a number of late-1980s and early-1990s hip hop trends (high-top fades, velour suits, and four-finger rings). The backronym "King Asiatic Nobody's Equal" is often applied to his moniker.
Russell Tyrone Jones (November 15, 1968 – November 13, 2004) was an American rapper and occasional producer, who went by the stage name Ol' Dirty Bastard or simply ODB. He was one of the founding members of the Wu-Tang Clan, a Hip-Hop group primarily from Staten Island, New York that first rose to mainstream prominence with their 1993 debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers).
After establishing the Wu-Tang Clan, Ol' Dirty Bastard went on to pursue a successful solo career. However, his professional success was hampered by frequent legal troubles, including incarceration. He died in late 2004 of a drug overdose, two days before his 36th birthday. Prior to his death, Ol' Dirty Bastard managed to record his third solo album, which has been repeatedly re-shelved.
Jones was often noted for his trademark microphone techniques and his "outrageously profane, free-associative rhymes delivered in a distinctive half-rapped, half-sung style". His stage name was derived from a childhood alias given by RZA, the relevance of which was articulated by Method Man's assertion that there was "no father to his style".
Cameron Jibril Thomaz (born September 8, 1987), better known by the stage name Wiz Khalifa, is an American rapper. He released his debut album, Show and Prove, in 2006, and signed to Warner Bros. Records in 2007. His Eurodance-influenced single, "Say Yeah", received urban radio airplay, charting on the Rhythmic Top 40 and Hot Rap Tracks charts in 2008. Khalifa parted with Warner Bros. and released his second album, Deal or No Deal, in November 2009. He released the mixtape Kush and Orange Juice as a free download in April 2010; he then signed with Atlantic Records. He is also well known for his debut single for Atlantic, "Black and Yellow", which peaked at number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100. His debut album for the label, Rolling Papers, was released on March 29, 2011.
Khalifa was born on September 8, 1987 to a mother and a father serving in the military. His parents divorced when Khalifa was about three years old. His parents' military service caused him to move regularly: Khalifa lived in Germany, the United Kingdom, and Japan before settling in Pittsburgh where he attended Taylor Allderdice High School.
Verse One: Scoob
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin cards
But if I got beef and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from England, you somebody great
You burnin Scoob, quot;I don't think so mate quot;
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends quot;Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope quot;
Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Verse Two: Sauce
Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder
how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it
I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N-B-A style, fann-tastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play
Win Lose or Draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie
if I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I'm duckin, nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast, and you can HAND over your ass
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Verse Three: Shyheim
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record
I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin
when I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son
My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what
You know my style, I put the F in effin foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle
And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane
Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched Huh
Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
Ahh yeah, that's that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
and see that I got, more essays than the Mexican
The Messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run
I see the way you're trying to get to me,
but with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with
The non-resistable, non-competible
No-No-I'm-Not-Sayin-I'm-The-Best, I'm just sayin I'm fuckin incredible!
And let's just make one more thing understood
That if I FART on a record, TRUST me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
Verse Five: Jay-Z
Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z
Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it
till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick and stop jockin me
When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound
I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby
So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove
Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard
Come on
Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a FLICK, of the hype outfit
Because the way that I dress this style mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream quot;OW! quot;
Whether at a party or just in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head
Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I'll be like quot;Well god damn what's the recipe quot;
I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know
she says quot;GO ASK YOUR GOD DAMNED FATHER! quot;
It's all about me in the place to be
Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
YO!, SOUNDS FLY RIGHT DANGER!!!
What'chu wanna say, what'chu wanna do
Now that you're, comfortable, time to show and prove
Show and prove - on just how, you spend, your day
Show and prove
[E-40]
Uhh, "Heavens to Merkatroid!"
We go back like the video game Asteroids
You knew me when me and my boys was D-boys, runnin from the Elroys
Flamboastin and sidin and slidin candy toys
I was doin my time
Name ringin like a, tambo-rine
You used to see me strikin down the boulevard
Wonderin what it take to get off in my car
Well I thought about it, and I sat back and told myself
And I said to myself, "Hold on playa she's a sharp-ass broad!"
Sharp - cleaner than a can of Lysol
Raw, tightest thing I ever saw
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Uhh, you make my life complete; you got my back like a car seat
You don't need no makeup ma, you look good when you sleep
You never threw in the towel when your boy was out of order
When I got popped with that yola, financial disorder
Marbles at a standstill, barely payin the light bill
But you stuck with a player, cause you f'real f'real
Without a motherfuckin question
Cause see me without you, is like salad without dressing
I recognize my blessings - you gotta understand
I can - look through muddy water, I can - see dry land
I can tell tall timber, from tiny brush
Promise to claim my child, if the rubber bust
It's a beautiful thing when you, play right
and you find the same one besides
When you feel the same feeling that you felt so many years ago
With you I'll spend the rest of my life
Don't ever forget just cause you die
Once you die we can never go away
I'll put in work, cause I know our love is worth it
That's how I wanna spend my days
Cause your loving is ..truuuue
(The way I talk you know it's) ..truuuue
(The way I walk you know it's) ..truuuue
I hit the lick, I'm gone
It's hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it's calm
Blood, honour and karma all part of my favourite songs
I've been down, too long
The only way to pay 'em back's to show 'em
They don't want me to go
There's a lot of ways to make it
And more ways to lose it
You gettin' to it? Then make it count
I got hallways of music
Big world raised a ruler
My boys knew it and they can vouche
Everybody chasing that money
As soon as it comes niggas act funny
What's the hatin' bout?
Same niggas holdin ya baby, got the intentions so crazy
Tryin to get into your paper route
Ah, I bet the same bitch you trustin'
Got your name up for discussion
Ass bussin' to rock her world
Chicken head and proud shit
Infatuated with foul shit
Diamonds, rocks and pearls, uh
He lost a homie to the same grind
Poison girls, sick to my stomach
Tryin' not to hurl, uh
We live the blood sport, it's game time
Fuck your hood, frame mine
Else get to rock the hood
I hate to think I'm gone
It's hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it's gone
Blood, honour and karma what are my favourite songs
I've been down, too long
Only way to pay 'em back's to show 'em
They don't want me to go
Uh, gotta learn to handle the pressure
You let the industry stress you
You be pushed out before your time
Me, I love that, shout out the heckler
The "money bag collector", "flow-wrecker," with my war design
I ain't changed so what a logo
The hate in the streets too crowded, royal rumble
And I'mma see to it that all you crumble
Racks by the bundle relax while I son you
Big name, bigger tha bounty, they walking dead all around me
Change your ways, or be a grave
On chains, alert the county
The same guilt that found me
Still fucked up, repeated days
Cops 'round feel like they want me
Cause my pockets all chunky, money don't change your profile
So they sick, rather me junky
Bustin raps in my bunky, fuck 'em, see my coat, smile
I hit the lick, I'm gone
It's hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it's gone
Blood, honour and karma what are my favourite songs
I've been down, too long
Only way to pay 'em that you show 'em
They don't want me to go
[Kelly Porter:]
Sometimes I don't know if you're tellin the truth
Everytime you get mad when I ask you what you do what you do
Seems that you're runnin around
Every night late comin home when I call
And I don't know what to do
Cus I feel like you're lyin to me when I'm askin you
Sometimes...
[Wiz Khalifa:]
I hear you talkin to me
You sick and tired of the kid man
Sometime you feel like you talkin through me
That's when you walk up to me
Trying for attention
Ma listen
You wild'n Stop trippin
Cus a nigga work too hard too long
Always got a show or in the studio doin a new song
Them other dudes could'ntwalk with my shoes on
Still I come home hearin bout what I do wrong
Pullin stunts and
Rollin blunts
With my dudes from the hood
But to you they no good
I'm just doin what I could
And that's givin the circumstances
You only get one shot at these certain chances
Instead of trying to find dirt
And where your manners
Try and understand when that work demanded
And no mama that's not a punch line
I'm always there when it's crunch time
But still you say
[Kelly Porter:]
Sometimes I don't know if you're tellin the truth
Everytime you get mad when I ask you what you do what you do
Seems that you're runnin around
Every night late comin home when I call
And I don't know what to do
Cus I feel like you're lyin to me when I'm askin you
Sometimes...
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Now I know you hear the he say she say
Your home girls got my every move on replay
Scream'n how you know niggas
And the games that we play
But all the while I've been grindin for this weeks pay
Hustlin each day in order to eat right
Call me sayin she need me in order to sleep right
Not really knowin what these streets like
So you stay up until I come back
A nigga love that
Help me relax
Warm plate an the dub sack
And after that proceed the bend the back
Then I'm back to politics the usual
And sometimes I wanna talk to get through to you
But... Damn...
[Kelly Porter:]
Sometimes I don't know if you're tellin the truth
Everytime you get mad when I ask you what you do what you do
Seems that you're runnin around
Every night late comin home when I call
And I don't know what to do
Cus I feel like you're lyin to me when I'm askin you
Sometimes...