Big Daddy

Callin' all cars, callin' all cars

It's got presssure, he's takin' over the airwaves, man, we can't control him!

Oh my God, it's so dangerous!

Where is he at? In Gotham? Yes he is, man.

This guy is 'bout to get rain up, man (about to get rain up, man)

Oh my God!



I'm 'bout to end up with a release off the Richter

The pressure cut through as I get mean and sink them

Like a pit in the right but reach for the liking

Now you wanna be, wanna be living in the tri-fin

Right here, I'll straight up beat just right in

All my rehearsing I die from cursin'

There's no cursin' when I just spit the rhyme truth

Rhymin' up in the booth, living the proof

Like he now know me, Daddy know me

I love you like Barney and not a Horny

Orgy when I do my thing I just, more beat

And then all these rappers they straight bore me

And I don't need a damn jacket when I'm wigging on the screen

'Cuz you know I'm the clean, and I'm bringin' on jeans

And then I bring it on to Queens

And bring it on to Brooklyn, and then we end it



In the dream of the dream, now you lost now, now you can never be in the scene

'Cuz I be soaking clean when I rip the seams

Come on!



Not a game when I rip the rest of the verse

Comin' through straight up and bang it up and burnt

Then I burst, it squirts my rain from the hurt

And then I sprain to bring up, hit you with them dirts

On the cope and now you scopin'

My damn stretcher comin' through as I'm hopin'

To be the best that ever done it

Now you wanna just get my change so I don't run it

I jump it, six three chillin' in the B.J.

Like no run in you, 'cuz you like DJs

Pressure come through, releasin' this way

When I spray it, I spray it everyday, I say

And I go to the next show and flow

And then I go (I go, I go, I go...)

Also available on the Ultimate Series album "US10 - Military Vs Monetary"