Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined Spit pesticides for rats and vermin Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is Far from a brand new kid to show biz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out a room with a could of smoke Smokers rolling with the punches I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice Is course and kind of hoarse and cut Like I'm throwing a thousand knives
(Hook:) Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes Boom Thats what's happenin in the parking lot Thats whats happenin on stage
(Repeat Hook)
The man at hand that rule the school And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z And be the most to boast I'm load and proud The game and reign that remain The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the More higher level of depth one step beyond dope To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note Cause I could never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let it speed around the board like an astro And send them to jail for tryna pass go Shaking them up Breaking them up Taking no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So quest love let the fire roast So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause
(Repeat hook)
I'm live Design a finer rhyme that's right on time One step beynd and not behind the line That seperates thought from divine You can take it as a caution or a warning sign Look for antonyms Words I'm sending em Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson My brain like a factory constantly creating Materials stitch by stitch for decoration My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining My passion of rhyming is fashion designing Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it If you didn't then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show And my brain go I do my thing yo
[intro] yo yo what the fuck man? Big L takin over the streets Flamboyant Entertainment
what y`all bout to witness Big L, Big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild The game is called rap other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild The game is called rap othe Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild
[Big L] Yo, I`m straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe you ain`t a big dog, you more lke toto, you got no dough I Smoke `dromixed with cocoa, strong as bolo I pack a fo-fo, platinum ro-ro Anti-homo, that`s a no-no so fuck po-po I push the seven-fo-oh, I`m with abich on doto Chip from here to Acapulco While y`all buck for legs I, buck for heads I even bick celabs, nigga fuck the feds MY underground niggaz, y`all can shine with me Got my own label now, so y`all can sign with me y`all can take me from the bottom and climb with me that`s fine with me, that`s how it was designed to be.
[Hook] Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us) Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us)
[Big Daddy Kane] And cats stiil wonder can they get as hot ashe been That probably depend, let me show you how to begin Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns Hit the bar spend cash Like Monopoly ends Plushed out, rock gators and exotical Skins come in the hood, fippin the chiken and broccoli Timbs Niggaz come in the game, block they shot at the rim That ain`tin you the FUck you gon possibly win? I do it, "Booty Calls" on the Black STREET Teddy tip KEep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip Heavy with, styles that`s the deadliest Cats on that petty Shit watch how much lead he get you tryin to go places, chasin Oasis About nothin gettin Low wages Drink Hennessey with no chasers Right hooks(write hooks)like Joe Frasier`s I`m the bodaciois Body parts are big an like Schwarz-a-niggaz Smokin Garcia Vega tryin to get the larger paper If you, block the cash, we lockin ass I`ma put it in your chest like a strockton pass Only out to earn Figures like we please but I don`t mind to burn niggaz like CD`s Now - exhibit, styles I kick with it Pardon me, bit I`m fuckin sickwiddit
[Hook] Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us) Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us)
[Hook] other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild The game is called rap other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild what y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild The game is called rap
other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L
other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild
my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L
(feat. Master Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane)
[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, so put a quarter in your ass, cuz ya played yourself Like a game in the arcade. You need a far aid. I'm walkin' the path that Allah made. I'll attend and then begin to send a speech to reach and teach, so just say when. So I can let lyrics blast like a bullet. My mouth is the gun; on suckers I pull it. The trigger, ya figure, my pockets gettin' bigger, cuz when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my nigga! You've got the groove, MCs, freeze, stand still, nobody move. It's a sabotage, as I take charge. Don't barge, cuz gotdamn, I'm livin' large like a giant. You're nothin' but a midget, a small digit. You ain't hit it, forget it, quit it. I reign superior, always takin' care o'ya. No-frill rappers, you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate, as the great will dominate straight to the state of reignin', gainin. So put Kane in, that category. Period. End of story...
