Intro: Big Daddy Kane

"You know daddy's home.."
Yeah baby! Get them sounds up Action
Alright L.G. baby make the track move one time
"You know daddy's home.."
Uh-huh, now dig this here right
Now I can remember one time I said
"It's eighty-eight, time to set em straight right?" (word up)
What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninety-four
As I continue to give you more
"You know daddy's home.."
This is how we gonna try to bring it to you one time
Uhh, and I go, and I go
"You know daddy's home.."

[Big Daddy Kane]
Peace peace y'all, don't eat grease y'all, huh
A Brooklyn n***a representin the East y'all, come follow me now
I get down for my crown with new found wreck
And bring the noise like I'm comin to soundcheck
The stage is clear for me to rock it
So I snatch the mic like a Brooklyn n***a does a pocket
Clear the throat, to perform the art
To treat the stage like a movie ticket and rip it apart
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes
If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her
Cause I've been watchin her more, then a Korean store owner
(Whoo!) Mack man number one, you know how I move
You'd think that I'd be shavin my rhymes, cause they'd be so smooth
Mr. Wonderful and all of that gun to pull shit
That you be talkin n***a don't even run the bull
Cause if I roll on you kid, I do the body rude
Like the cops did on ummmmmm.. that Rodney dude
Peep it!
Chorus: repeat 4X (except last line 4th time)

"welcome to a new Terrordome
When I come to roam you know daddy's home.."
Watch out now!

[Big Daddy Kane]
Just like Sylvester it's still on, get it?
Still, on, fukkit, let's move along
I rip shop, in hip-hop, to sew it like a ziplock
To get props, in this spot, look at me at the tip-top
The kid got, to get hot, you thought that I would flip-flop
Or drop-drop, but ummmmmmmmmmmm.. I did not!
They say, "Kane you're old school out here!"
I said, "I guess I got left back, cause I ain't goin nowhere"
The Kane will remain in this domain
To reign again when I entertain
Cause when it comes to lyrics, I got plenty black
I'm so god damn dope, I sell rhymes in a twenty sack
The microphone pusher man but not drug related
Hip-Hop orientated, keepin you captivated
Mr. Cee cuts, I linger through em, Larry is singin to em
And oh me, I just bring it to em

Chorus *fades out*