[Featuring Craig G Roxanne Shante BizMarkie Big Daddy Kane] I don't care who's first or who's last But I know that y'all better just drop this at the dro dro drop of a dime ba baby [Cutlass] Crai Crai Craig G light up the mic Craig Craig Craig Craig Craig G light up the mic Craig G light up the mic for The Symphony Verse One: Craig G Ahh Politics & Bullshit got me hectic Let me show y'all new rappers how to do a posse record Craig G-I, with the Frankie C U-T-L-A-Double-S, MC's get trouble best I flow with the the swiftness, never However new MC's pulled the lever, my style's much better Anyone can be a victim Empty tracks I lick sick em I flip em rip em and strip em of all of they pride As I slide, in out of these states I stay great What the G stand for, I'm slammin you and your Whole staff, style, split an atom in half East Coast West Coast, don't make me laugh! The whole America feels my wrath, ahh! It's like a terrier was on that ass, ahh, yeah! Cause nine-six ain't about jack shit Fuck Versacci I'm like Rocky when I'm bustin yo' lip Bust these metaphors for better or worse, my style burst your grill into itty-bitty pieces as I release, my thesis Uhh, Craig G, I believe that's me Ninetenn-eighty-five til infinity, ahhh [Cutlass] Shante! Sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha Shante! Shante! The baddest around Verse Two: Roxanne Shante Aiyyo, you're lost in the sauce, bitches still remain Useless, but when I reign bitches can't sustain the drama, word to momma bitch I leave you leakin Roxanne Shante stay creepin You sleepin but I stay armed, and dangerous No matter what your name is, bitch I make you famous A lot of bitches swear shit's sweet But when I creep I'ma lace you from your head to your fuckin feet Frankie Cutlass put me on so I'm back again Ain't nothin changed it's still the same, ain't no smilin friend I remember eighty-seven eighty-eight I was the only one gettin weight from upstate Gettin cake, Juice Crew All-Stars was my boys Runnin round town baby makin mad noise Backtrack turn back the page Live on stage, wreckin niggaz at a early age I was only fifteen thinkin big time At the time blind all my eyes saw was goldmine So all you fake Cristal sippin bitches Here's a thirty-eight bitch, click it! I didn't think so... [Cutlass] I be the BizMarkie Biz-biz-biz I be the BizMarkie BizMarkie, aoooowwwwwww! Verse Three: BizMarkie Hey hey hey, I'm the eMmmaZah-A Igga-R-Rrahidy-iZza-Rrahzah-K I don't have a big mouth just a lot to say So listen to my rhythm and rap display, OK I rock the mic to the T-O-P And every record that I make I make history Like a-oh-oh-oh, WHASSUP ([Nobody Beats the Biz]) and, ah-one two Is some of the things that I used to do, but Right about now I got a different flow I rock from New York City to Mexico From England Australia back to Japan They know I'm Mista Magic Cool with the mic in my hand So, you know I got more rhymes than Mohammed Ali That's why my name rings bells internationally Never neglected well protected as an MC yet I'm, super duper with the rhymes I invent Big Daddy Kane, you know you're part of the staff Get on the mic, get on the mic god damnit Get on the mic on my behallllllllllllllllllllf, waaoooowowwww!! [Cutlass] The-the-the name Kane is superious to many people Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane Tell me what you see, and uhh, vectorize When you, check your eyes, baby, recognize, it's the Rawest chump to make the verse in the chorus pump With rhymes skills to be retarded like Forrest Gump Now feel the pain runnin through your chest area Thoughts of the attack it got you fearin the bodily abuse, that you phony niggaz makin me produce Warfare put to use, fuck all that, just turn me loose Huh, and this is for those who don't know the half I wanna see just how well you know your math Now, in case a nigga wanna get out of line Just tell me how many times does sixteen go into nine See, a lot of you rappers like to front as if you're ruthless But, when I'm around you make all kind of excuses Like, I just remembered yo my niece need diapers kid Plus I got homework bible-study all types of shit Boo-yaka, any fuckin tune to ya King Asiatic, tell me what we gonna do wit ya One more thing, the next example one of you niggaz is bout to be it Now close your eyes tight cause trust me you don't want to see it *echoes*
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