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Big Daddy Kane

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[Verse 2: Sauce Money]

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^✦

NBA style, fantastic^✦

No time to bite, but I just might, tonight

I write left-handed' cause 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 booking 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^✦

Sucking^✦ and lucking,^✦ hey, niggas^✦ I'm ducking,^✦ 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 you're down with the groove

Get on the mic it's time to show and prove

[Verse 3: Shyheim]

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 killing

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 lock shit down like Rikers Isle

And got more girls than a trailer load 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 4: Big Daddy Kane]

Now tell me, who is the man?

With the high-potent lyrics^✦ no rapper^✦ can ever^✦ stand

And stepping to me, thinking I can be touched?

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

Aw yeah, that's that shit

Drop lyrics^✦ on ya, strong as ammonia^✦

That'll dethrone^✦ ya, scorn ya, joan ya, I tried to warn ya

You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic^✦ zirconia^✦

What I just shown 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, leaving 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

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 that 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, no, I'm not saying I'm the best

I'm just saying I'm fucking^✦ 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 5: JAY-Z]

One checking^✦ it two, checking^✦ it three

Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z

Aight, G!

I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD

And these nuts if you rappers^✦ trying to see me

I'm buckwild with styles,^✦ ta-dow^✦

I've been in it running a hundred miles,^✦ I'm well endowed, baby^✦ gal

Uh, the greatest nigga^✦ to touch it, you niggas^✦ can't fuck with

The incredible^✦ skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up, kid

And ain't no eating^✦ 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

'Til 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 loving^✦ 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 6: 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 "Ow!"

Whether at a party^✦ or just in bed

All thoughts on Ason,^✦ keep that in your head

Yeah, my beats are funky^✦ and my rhymes^✦ are spunky^✦

Sometimes I'll be like "Well, goddamn,^✦ what's the recipe?"^✦

I don't know, I ask my momma,^✦ she don't know

She says "Go ask your goddamn^✦ father!"^✦

It's all about^✦ me in the place to be

Niggas^✦ think 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!!!^✦

Technical Breakdown

8.2

Multisyllabic Rhymes9.5

Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)

Internal Rhymes9.5

Rhymes within a line (data-driven)

Wordplay / Double Entendres5.0

Clever language, metaphors, punchlines

Cadence / Rhythm10.0

Flow variation and timing (data-driven)

Vocabulary Complexity7.0

Range and depth of words used (data-driven)

Delivery / Breath Control6.5

Performance and control

Computed Score8.21

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Critic Analysis

RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™

Sauce Money delivers a high-energy, technically dense display of 90s era braggadocio that focuses heavily on percussive multisyllabic rhyme chains and rhythmic pocket-locking rather than complex lyrical subtext.

9.5

Multisyllabic

9.5

Internal Rhymes

Cadence / Flow

Vocabulary

Wordplay

6.5

Delivery

Multisyllabic internal rhyme chainsRhythmic syncopationDirect addressPop culture referencingPhonetic play

Rhyme Architecture: Complex, highly dense internal and end-rhyme scheme favoring multi-syllabic matching (e.g., 'slick rap'/'tic-tac-toe'/'flip tracks'/'dick back') over simple AABB structures.

Verified Doubles & Entendres

"tic-tac-toe"

① The childhood board game, implying his rap style is a game he wins easily.② A phonetic breakdown of his 'slick rap' cadence, emphasizing the rhythmic precision of his bars.

"I write left-handed 'cause I like to grab my dick with my right"

① An explanation of his writing process using his left hand.② A vulgar physical posturing meant to assert masculinity while performing the act of writing.

"go for a pap smear"

① A medical procedure for women.② A derogatory insult directed at rival rappers to imply they are cowardly or effeminate in the face of his lyrical 'fear'.

High level of technical rhythmic consistency

Excellent pocket maintenance

Confident, aggressive delivery style fitting the persona

Strong structural pacing of rhyme density

Reliance on shock-value imagery over substantive lyrical depth

Several punchlines feel slightly forced to fit the rhyme constraint

Low wordplay ceiling relative to top-tier lyricists of the era

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