(Masta Ase)
I`m about to run, run a race wit the rhythm
If you know the bass steps, dance, do it wit em
Gotta clock g`s, `cause the g`s worth a thousand
When I kick these types of rhymes I`ll be housing
All I wanna be gonna be big shotties
Brothers ain`t wit it then I do it for the hotties
But I know they wit it `cause they know I ain`t a phony
And it feels good like Tony, Toni, Tone
And I like to kick a rhyme, rhyme for the people
Wanna reach the top, climb, climb to the steeple
Top to high, well you best get a ladder
Say you`re from the slum, well chum it don`t matter
Forget where your from, it`s all about where you`re going
My name is Masta Ase and I don`t tip toeing
Never saw fall, lose my grip, or take a slip
Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip
But not to my Loo, I never play hopscotch
Music man baby and the rhymes are top notch
Gotta try to uplift, lift the ghetto dweller
I try my best to never riff, riff wit a fellow
My brother sometimes trys to play it like tennis
Dennis, time to pull teeth like a dentist
Oh brother, brother, please don`t play it
The rhyme is prime everytime that I say it
Actions in effect, nothing change but the weather
Juice crew, nah, but we still rock together
Craig G
(Yo, I believe that`s me)
Hey yo, Craig G
(Yo, I believe that`s me)
Hey yo, Craig G
(Yo man I believe that`s me)
Kick it 1,2,3
(Craig G)
Yo, once again a brother`s back to attract many age groups
Sporting green and baige boots popping like the hula hoop
You step to me and you`ll be stepping to a death wish
You probably thought I`m soft, of course you never met this
I`m not a crazy man, gun token holigan
But pass a mic to me and rappers I`ll be doing in
So, yo, hit, slide to the left a bit
`Cause I`m about to blow up in the `90`s and I bet you get
Jelly and think of trying to do me
I work for my spot so don`t try to remove me
`Cause I can swing a rap like a batter hits a fast ball
Put on my track shoes and run right pass all
All the MC`s and wannabees
Get played like a ?plumbining?, crease in your leaves
So next time the wizard gives you soft as a heart
Don`t step to me because I rip the shit apart
Now this ain`t Mr. Rogers and I never play pretend
So think about it chump if you step to me again
Yo Big Daddy
(Yo I believe that`s me)
Hey yo Big Daddy
(Yo I believe that`s me)
Big Daddy
(Well I guess that`s me)
1,2,3
(Big Daddy Kane)
Uhn, damn, it`s true, I`m living mathematic
Asiatic coming up on the microphone just like an addict
Make the fit, 100% legit
As soon as I hit, oh shit
`Cause I`m gonna make the audience applaud me
And support me and award me when they saw me
In action wit my softy gin
Sharpen than any other instrument
That archeologist can`t find, never known to mankind
`Cause I`m a weird species
And all you filthy mcnasty Mc`s couldn`t even see me
You`re too fragile to touch this mass style
Girls be running up saying, oh, you`re too bad child
So save your breath and exit stage left
But treat before you meet defeat and greet death
you any champion that even tries to touch this
Won`t even get the key that`s tied along, it`s dubless
See, I`m the wrong one to fuk wit
Oh you still standing there
(Yo, yo, look out duck kid)
I`m deathing and bashing crash and smack MC`s
And enemies wit these
`Cause I make sure everything comes out smooth
(Lil` Daddy Shane)
But you know your little brother must deserve his groove
Drop something quick release a rhyme wit quickness
To let MC`s know about my existence
Any Mc to last a minute is pure lucky
`Cause I`m the baddest kid that you seen says ?Chuck?
(Well Kool G Rap)
