Verse 1

Let it roll, get bold, I just can't hold

Back, or fold cos I'm a man with soul

In control and effect, so what the heck

Rock the discotheques and this groove is what's next

Attack, react, exact, the mack'll move you with

A strong song, as long as you groove to this

I keep the crowd loud when you're hype

Do damage onstage and injure the mic

As I shoot the gift MC's stand stiff

While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif

Feel my blood fist, or my death kiss

The rap soloist, you don't want none of this

Supreme in this era, I reign with terror

When I grab the mic believe you're gonna hear a

Fascinatin' rhyme as I enchant them

So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem

Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro

I entertain again and Kane'll never have no

Problem, I can sneeze, sniffle and cough

E-e-e-even if I stutter Imma still come off

Cos rappers can't understand the mics I rip

They sure enough ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped

But my apparatus is up to status

Don't ask who's the baddest, of course that is

The maker, breaker, taker, my rhymes ache the head

Put it to bed, so watch what is said

Save the bass for the pipe and rearrange your tone

Or take a loss and be forced in the danger zone

Cos I get ill and kill at will

Teachin' a skill that's real, you're no thrill

So just stand still and chill as I build

Science I drill until my rhymes fill

Your head up...don't even get up

The teacher is teachin', so just shut up

Verse 2

Rappers, take a step back, or you will soon regret that

You ever had to confront me and you can bet that