Blue_Hefner
Senior Member
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 death.
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...
classic verses right there
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 dig a Milli Vanilli Ass nigga
Prepare for shoot bear, I'm knocking boots daily
Fools I rip 'em right 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
Some 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