hurricane

[Verse]

Somebody better get ready for that hurricane

'Cause I spit words in a worse way

When they enter the airspace

'Cause I am that weather, better know the name

I'm the greatest, better than I was on my first day

Better than your best day, on your worst day

The head honcho, he goes first place

And I feel that hate, but it won't hurt me

And watch and see I alley-oop it properly

 

[Verse]

Go off my head, my raps fly off the handle like Murdock from the A-Team

Can't constrain me

I will not be chained

I'm on the freeway with Mr. Furley and Big Permy

One time for your mind

Who's in the place to be?

Three times for the people that be down with me

Five times for the ones who got much clout

And a piece of paper so I can write my rhymes out

Oh my Goodness

Fell into my plan

You messin' around with me, and I'll teach you a lesson

Keepin' people in line like a nine-to-five

And then I gotta do a show and put some groove in your ride

Yo, I just got my props, I thought you heard me

Got people beggin' me for mercy

When I'm 'bout to serve the ones who ain't worthy

To step in my vicinity, the stuff I'm kickin' is pure

So stop actin' like you didn't know

I blow up the spot, get all the people hyped

Now the whole crowd is feelin' me

I can't help it, that's just how it is

It ain't my fault that my rhymes be flowin' smooth

That's how we shoot and this is how we leave

Wait, I gotta handle my business

When I grab the mic, people be yellin' out, "Come on with it"

This ain't a pop song

When I grab the microphone, the crowd jumps

When the hook comes, all you hear is

 

In the rain with the tools and a saw

Jack of all trades, one foot in the cast, y'all

Trapped in a tough spot, better back off

Take your cap off

What do you mean, "what is that for?"

Yellin', "Wakanda forever" as if I am not the best ever

All of my foes gettin' gathered

Their struggles lookin' like nothing but challenges faced and lessons learned

Until they're just memories in the wind

Glock make 'em move like they're dancing

While I'm chillin' with friends and playin' games

Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights

Close your eyes and feel the rhyme because I'm better in Braille

Think I have a concussion

Evil genius, and I need a beaker and Bunsen burner

I'm Big Daddy Kane, and I'm bringin' the pain, and I'm takin' a plane

'Cause I heard it was goin' to France

Goin' back to France