Remixes

Acapella : Big L & Kid Capri - Put it On (1995)
Music : Exdvayne
Artwork : Swann Jacquet

LYRICS :

I got the wild style, always been a foul child, 
My guns go boom boom and yo’ guns go paw paw
 I’m known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin’
Front and get half the bones in your body broken,

And when it comes to gettin nookie I’m not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I’m never hittin’ dirty chicks
got thirty-five bodies buddy don’t make it thirty-six,
step to this you’re good as gone, word is bond,
I leave mics torn when I put it on


So put it on, Big L, put it on,
C’mon put it on and on, and on
C’mon put it on Big L, put it on,
C’mon put it on represent, put it on C’MON! 


Nobody can take nuttin’ from Big L but as loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I’m known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti (you don’t know?) you betta ask sumbody

Big L is a crazy brother, and I’m a lady lover,
A smooth kid that’ll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I’m known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with sick friends
cause I’m a money getter also a honey hitter
you think you nice as me? haha youse a funny nigga

I flows, so one of my shows, woudn’t be clever to miss
I’m leavin competitors pissed
to tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
I’m catchin wreck to the break of dawn


Yeah so put it on, Big L, put it on
C’mon put it on big fella put it on and on
Put it on big L put it on represent
Put it on, c’mon put it on, come on!


I drink Moet I stay dressed in slick gear
peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
and it’s a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach

I’m puttin rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, cause I be hangin in Harlem this shit is for real here

If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can’t kill me I was born dead
(the children of the corn)

I’m puttin rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, cause I be hangin in Harlem this shit is for real here
and I’m known to pull steel trigs ans kill pigs
I run with Ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
my rap’s steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon
It’s a new sheriff in town, and it ain’t Reggie Hammond
peace to py people, the children of the corn
cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I’m gone


So put it on, Big L, put it on,
C’mon put it on and on, and on
C’mon put it on Big L, put it on,
C’mon put it on represent, put it on C’MON! 


Put it on, yoknahwat Im sayin'? 
my man big L, runnin things for the nine-four
and nine-oh-S, you know what I mean?
it’s the Kid Capri, its full flair
and we gon’put it on a little something like this 
big L, c’mon

Lord Finesse (he be puttin it on)
My man Buckwild (he be puttin it on and on)
Showbiz and A. G. (yeah they be puttin it on and on)
I can’t forget Diamond D (he be puttin it on)
The whole N.Y.C (yeah we be puttin it on and on)
and I’m out!

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Big L & Kid Capri - Put it On (Exdvayne Neurofunk Edit - 2025)

Finalfix is one of the main artists in the modern DNB scene that made me realise how much this genre was able to let me freely express my own inner musicality, then helping me decide to consecrate my work more deeply into this creative open world... so taking part in this Remix Contest was kind of natural and even mandatory for me!
I hope this super silly take on this epic track will entertain and surprise some of you, its a bit messy, a bit too much, but working on this remix took me far away from reality and ideas came through in pack, bringing life to something I would never have imagined!

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