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Yo, that's me right there?
Yo, bring him to the window
Tell the nurse bring him to the window
Let me see him
Pick him up, look at his eyes
Ha ha
Yo, pull his diaper down
Let me make sure, yeah, that's mine
Oh shit
Look at little man
Ha ha
Ha
My son was born just the other day
Came into this world in the usual way
But there was chores to do, and MC's to slay
Learned to walk while I was away
Called him on his fourth birthday
And he was rhymin' 'fore I knew it
And as he grew, said
"I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I wanna be like you
Wanna be like you
An MC just like you"
Cat's in the cradle with his microphone
Shorty mom dukes, they both home all alone
"Dad, when you comin' home?"
"Son, I don't know when
But we'll have a good time then
Kick a few rhymes then
Spit a few lines then
You know we'll have a good time then"
My son turned 12 just the other day
Got himself a microphone and two 12's to play
He said, "Teach me to spin it", I said, "Not today"
And then he turned to me, and said, "That's okay"
Then he kicked it on the curb with a couple of friends
And said, "I'm gonna be like him
You know I wanna be like him
Gonna be like him, an MC just like him"
Cat's in the cradle with his microphone
Shorty mom dukes, they both home all alone
"Dad, when you comin' home?"
"Son, I don't know when
But we'll have a good time then
Kick a few rhymes then
Spit a few rhymes then
You know we'll have a good time then"
My son graduated just the other day
So much like a man, I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you
Come on, let's chill for a while"
He shook his head and then said with a smile
"What I really need, dad, is a couple of G's
To go to the studio, can I cop that please?
I need that please, it's like a disease
I wanna be like you, wanna be an MC"
Cat's in the cradle with his microphone
Me and mom dukes, we both home all alone
"Son, when you comin' home?"
"Don't know when
But we'll have a good time then
Spit a few lines then
Kick a few rhymes then
You know we'll have a good time then"
Well, I've long since retired and my son moved away
Called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to speak with you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time
You see, my new label's a hassle, and my lawyer's on too
But it was sure nice talkin' to you, dad
It was sure nice talkin' to you, good talkin' to you
That's my word, we gonna talk soon"
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me
My boy was just like me
My boy was just like me
He was just like me
An MC just like me
Cat's in the cradle with his microphone
Me and mom dukes, we both home all alone
"Son, when you comin' home?"
"Dad, I don't know when
But we'll have a good time then
Spit a few lines then
Kick a few rhymes then
You know we'll have a good time then"
You know we'll have a good time then
Grab your pad and pen
We're gonna write a few rhymes then
Shout to Miles
To all those fathers maintainin' they sons
Hold your head, hold your head, hold your head
Let's talk about that
Aight?