Текст (слова) песни: Marley Marl f Masta Ase, Big Daddy Kane, - The Symphony Part II

(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)
(Yo I believe that`s me)
So G Rap
Yo I believe that`s me
(So Kool G Rap)
(Yo, I believe that`s me)
1,2,3

(Kool G Rap)

Yo, straight out the muthafuking gutter
I open my shutter, the butt ass brothers
And rip `em up like a box cutter
You brush up I pull the trigger
I figured nobody could digger, Milli Vanilli Ass nigga
Prepare for shoot bear, I`m knocking boots daily
Fools Irip `em out of their roots like Alex Haley
Here I come straight to the mouth
I`m kicking it slick lyrics are harder than a dick inside a ho house
Your neighborhood hero`s a zero
I`m sending muthafukers on a midnight run like DeNiro
So here goes a rapper to the baffled
Feels still gaffled, pressed up on your Adam`s apple
Reach for the pistol and you`re crazy
Try to blast and I`ll be swinging that ass like Patrick Swayze
Said he was frightened when I rock, they came in a flock
What is this shit, New Kids on the Cock
When I battle, you need a paddle
The shit creeps deep, but since you`re riding on my dick, you need a saddle
No survivors, I spit `em out just like saliva
Well, next stop, hello pop and i`m the driver
So faint rappers try to diss, you`re a little too proud
But niggas on white glows on my shit list
Do your ass in like Kennedy`s assassin
Murder the whole mass and, time to dress passion
I float aloft like a sailor, hold you like clothes
I got that ass sewned up just like a tailor
Kool G Rap, one in a million
You`re rolling the dice and get sliced the fuked up like a Sicilian
A nigga can`t do shit for me
G Rap and Marly Marl, I`m signing out on the symphony

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(Well Kool G Rap) (Yo I believe that`s me) So G Rap Yo I believe that`s me (So Kool G Rap) (Yo, I believe that`s me) 1,2,3 (Kool G Rap) Yo, straight out the muthafuking gutter I open my shutter, the butt ass brothers And rip `em up like a box cutter You brush up I pull the trigger I figured nobody could digger, Milli Vanilli Ass nigga Prepare for shoot bear, I`m knocking boots daily Fools Irip `em out of their roots like Alex Haley Here I come straight to the mouth I`m kicking it slick lyrics are harder than a dick inside a ho house Your neighborhood hero`s a zero I`m sending muthafukers on a midnight run like DeNiro So here goes a rapper to the baffled Feels still gaffled, pressed up on your Adam`s apple Reach for the pistol and you`re crazy Try to blast and I`ll be swinging that ass like Patrick Swayze Said he was frightened when I rock, they came in a flock What is this shit, New Kids on the Cock When I battle, you need a paddle The shit creeps deep, but since you`re riding on my dick, you need a saddle No survivors, I spit `em out just like saliva Well, next stop, hello pop and i`m the driver So faint rappers try to diss, you`re a little too proud But niggas on white glows on my shit list Do your ass in like Kennedy`s assassin Murder the whole mass and, time to dress passion I float aloft like a sailor, hold you like clothes I got that ass sewned up just like a tailor Kool G Rap, one in a million You`re rolling the dice and get sliced the fuked up like a Sicilian A nigga can`t do shit for me G Rap and Marly Marl, I`m signing out on the symphony Нравится песня? 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