Verse 1--Master Ace:
Listen closely, so your attention`s undivided.
Many in the past have tried to do what I did.
Just the way I came off, man I`m gonna come off.
Stronger and longer, even with the drum off.
I keep on goin` and flowin` just like a river.
I got a whole lot to give so I`m-a give a
little at a time, new trails are blazin`,
Action is in effect, and always stays in.
Yeah, just like a shot from a cannon.
I am the man in charge and I`ve been plannin`
a jam strong enough that it can life your soul.
I`m the originator, and my rhymes are made of gold.
Once you hear the capital A rap, it`ll stay
with you for awhile, it won`t go away.
Unless you force it, because it stays with you, my friend,
and if you toss it away, I`m-a hit ya again.
I project my voice so it`s right in the crowd.
There`s a sign at the door: no bitin` allowed.
And if you didn`t read it I suggest you do so,
or you`ll be stranded, just like Caruso.
Sleep if ya wanna, go `head, get some shut-eye.
A man broke his jaw tryin` to say what I
say on the microphone, you shoulda left it alone,
just for the record, let it be known
that my ego`s only partially grown.
And never will I ever condone biting in any form, yo I`m only warm.
That verse was the calm, now here`s the storm...
Next up (Yo, I believe that`s me). Craig G, light up the mic for the Symphony.
Verse 2--Craig G:
This jam is dedicated to all un-optimistics
that though I wasn`t coming out with some exquisite rhymes.
But that`s alright, cuz now I`m back
to kill all the rumors and straighten the facts of me
not rockin` rhymes like I always used to,
but you jumped on hte tip when you heard me and the Juice Crew.
You said, Mmm mmm mmm, ain`t that somethin?
Yo Craig, I head you in that jam, and it`s pumpin`!
I apologize. Oh yeah, and uh, can I have your autograph for me and my grandma?
That`s how I`m livin`: all surprise mode.
Don`t even sleep, try not to keep your eyes closed.
Cuz if you do, when you awaken, your so-called spot will be taken.
I`ll take you over like a greedy executive, cuz on the mic my prospective is
to be the best in all rap events, and since I have a call, I call experience.
Next up...(Yo, I believe that`s me)
Kool G Rap, light up the mic for the Symphony...
Verse 3--Kool G Rap
Yo, Marley gives the slice, I get nice,
and my voice is twice as horrifying as Vincent Price
goes deep, till you fell in a spell of a sleep,
and while I`m countin` the money, you count sheep.
When G Rap strikes the mic, I recite the type of hype that you like,
and make the people unite.
I grip up hips and zip up lips, step on reps, you flip and wanna sip on my tip.
Take a deep breath, because you don`t have another left.
Comin` back like I`m avengin` my brother`s deat.
Makin` veterans run for medicine,
cuz I put out more lights in a fight than ConEdison.
Rip the damn cage like I`m on a rampage.
And if you want rage, I`m-a make front page.
Read the headlines, suckers, todays the deadline,
your head is way past bedtime.
Can`t kill though. Solo. Cuz you`re still all...soft like a pillow.
My rap is rougher than Brillo.
So fear me, don`t dare dare me,
and don`t compare me to him when you hear me.
Talk about a battle but you ain`t yet ready for war.
Your metaphor sucks more than a whore.
You can`t replace me, ice me or ace me, bass me, face me, slice me or race me,
bite me or taste me -- I`ll show you that I got force.
My rap burns your mouth like hot sauce.
Run for water while I break your tape recorder.
Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter.
Another rapper, G Rap wrecks, he`s rated X, to mean the boy is sex. Next...
the amplifier gets used and abused. Pumps so loud, we might blow a fuse.
This is anger, madness, ready to hang `er.
Rapper or singer: I`m puttin` up my middle finger.
Next up... (I believe that`s me)
Big Daddy Kane, get on the mic for the Symphony.
Verse4--Big Daddy Kane:
Settin` it off, lettin` it off, beginnin`.
Rough to the endin`, you never been in
to move the groove with the smooth rap lord;
like a bottle of juice, rhymes are being poured.
Down your ear, crisp and clear,
as I prepare to wear, tear and smear -- then I`m outta here.
With a mark left that you can all cling.
Cuz rockin` a party? Yo, it`s a small thing.
I rip many places on regular basis, and broken down mics were the only traces
that I`d been there and there at the party.
The mic had my prints, and on it was a body.
So take caution. I`m not horsin` around in a throwdown, clown,
I`m takin` yours son.
So just acknowledge the way that I kick it,
cuz if rap was a house, you`d be evicted.
And dismissed from the microphone, chokin` on a bone, cuz Daddy`s home.
And battlin` me is hazardous to health,
