Released on June 28, 1988

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[Verse 1]

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

Back or fold 'cause 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, MCs 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, or cough

E-e-e-even if I stutter, I'ma still come off

'Cause 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's said

Save the bass for the pipe and rearrange your tone

Or take a loss and be forced in the danger zone

'Cause 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


[Chorus]

I can't hold it back

Set it off

I can't hold it back

Set it off

I can't hold it back

Set it off

I can't hold it back

Now break loose


[Verse 2]

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

You ever had to confront me and you can bet that

I come correct, perfect, in full effect

Disconnect, dissect, eject as I wreck shop

Stand in command with the clan

Caravan or van, we go man for man and

Without further ado or any delay

Mister Cee as we say, call him the DJ

Mad Money Murf with the triple M

Smooth the barber keepin' my flat-top trim

Scoob Lover my brother, Scrap Lover my other

Dancin' with the crew, so allow the boys to smother

The floor, and endure just for your pleasure

As the microphone lord proceeds to get raw

Acrobatic, Asiatic, rap fanatic

I get dramatic and rhymes start flowin' automatically from me

So don't play me, obey me

When asked, "Who's the best?", you better say me

I'm sendin' sucker MC's headin' north

And if you still want some, set if off

For you to cope is just a wish and a hope

And if you are what you eat, then feed me dope

'Cause I'm just about as dope as dope can get

Ultimate, legit, Kane is a perfect fit

The king of my kingdom, completin' a cypher

The lyrics I bring them keeps the crowd hyper

As I release the masterpiece

The groove will never cease until Kane says, "Peace"

So, maestro, yo, hit it

Big Daddy Kane's about to come with it 'cause


[Chorus]

I can't hold it back

Set it off

I can't hold it back

Set it off

I can't hold it back

Set it off

I can't hold it back

Now break loose

I can't hold it back


[Outro]

Uh

Yeah

Now I just wanna say what's up to my man Botch, can't forget D

This goes out to Hawk, Dog, Pig, Miami, Slop

And of course my man Big Shy, AB Money, Neil

To my man KK, Von Cheetah, D Smooth, Ive West

Can't forget Jam

Footloose and Lil' K

To my man Mont, Steve, Chee, Mark, Howard, Logey, Cheely

And the whole posse from the jungle

To my man Jamel from Queens

Of course the one known as Ant Live, Thorough V

The Debonair Three

Frank Nitty Ikecapone

Melquan and Shabazz

The whole Brooklyn posse blasé blasé

And may I send this out to the one known as AJ Fresh

Peace, my brother