One Foot in the Door - Saigon, Big Daddy Kane

Wow…

Just on the scene

I don’t know, man.

Uh, it’s a couple people that got a shot.

I mean…

Like who?

Uh T.I.

has a shot—he has a real shot.

Uh, Lil' Wayne has a shot.

Fabolous has a shot.

There’s a lot of…

Someone we’ve never heard of, though?

Oh, I don’t know… Oh, maybe Saigon.

The kid Saigon

Saigon?

Yeah, yeah…

Yeah, Preme («The kid Saigon»)

Cocksuckers thought they was gonna buy my soul, for a couple hundred thousand («The kid Saigon»)

You know what’m sayin'?

Illuminati for a car and a shiny chain, for a watch, a shiny watch

Nah nigga, I’m Saigon (Press the reset, man)

Never, I’m Saigon (Don't do it)

Y’all want me to make up a character and be it

That’s what I gotta for you people to have to see it

Why should I have to get shot in my back to achieve it?

Or be dead or paraplegic for these cats to believe it?

I breathe it, I done went on the internet and been a wreck

Said Rick Ross and 2 Chainz should get chin-checked

But then I dropped thirty minutes of intellect

That would’ve been neglected had I not pegged it with disrespect

So no disrespect

Everybody got they own set of problems—I got dirt I gotta disinfect

It’s fucking absurd, swerve like I’m huggin' the curb

After guzzling couple cups of the Bourb'

Pimpin' in the top ten, right behind Rakim

In front of Big Daddy Kane—(«No, Sai»)—I'm only playin'

I ain’t fuckin with Kane.

But it’s a lotta niggas

Y’all can name and I tear them niggas outta the frame

Bang this in your old school box—this ain’t the iPod days

This for niggas that had high-top fades

This for niggas with the eyes I grazed

That rocked shell tops when they was shell tops, «Stocking Caps» for the waves

I can take you to the days (What?)

‘Fore the Greatest Story was Ever Told

I was letting ‘em Berettas unload

Shooting up clubs, gunfire coming from both ways

Couple niggas was targets, couple just caught strays

Now I said selling coke pays in the Illmatic days

Nowadays, they offer you coke—go that-a way

Sai’s an anamaly (anomaly), family

You ain’t got the grammar and goin' hand to hand with me is insanity

You need to examine me, take a closer look at the crook

That the valley and the brook cold cooked

Take a look at the work that I put

Two albums, some mixtapes and a book

And I only got one foot

One foot in the door, but I feel I’mma need one more

Without that, I am just unsure

I wanna give it my all, wanna go balls to the wall

But I only got one foot in the door

I got one foot in the door (x3) (*with scratches by DJ Premier*)

Okay, okay, I see what you doing with it baby (See that?)

Yeah, you down in the sprint position and whatnot man (Ready)

Waiting for someone to pass the baton in the money marathon (Ready)

That’s what it is.

You know you can’t just run with it, you got to come with it

(Coming with it)

So um, I’ll be up there waiting for you at the finish line.

Let’s go

You know it’s something ‘bout that name Big

As in me, Small’s a pun—we all can gun

Remorse is none ‘cause we bosses, son

And that’s the type of shit that you don’t see often, son

Now line 'em up so I can body all sets

I need to rhyme in front of volleyball nets

So y’all can catch that shit that it went over your head

Yo, what he said can over—you're dead

I’m so eager ta just hold heat ta ya

Y’all get tough in front of social media

I ain’t a Twitter thug, nigga—I'm a split-a mug nigga

When y’all set the bar, I’mma get above nigga

Too much shit here be genetically made

And MC’s don’t give a fuck like, «Forget it, we paid»

(These niggas is) Frontin' until they just pathetically fade

And that’s a new wack rapper in the bed that he laid

These niggas dead, Kane.

I swear to God they dead.

Swear to God,

it’s The Yardfather, man.

I ain’t holding back no more on these muhfuckers man.

Shoutout to legendary BDK, nigga—Brooklyn's own.

Motherfucker, Big Daddy Kane.

DJ Premier.

I got one foot in the door.

Preme, take us out of here the right

way, baby.

Hip-Hop, nigga