The Cypher: Part 3

[Scratch] I don't care who's first or who's last But I know that y'all better just drop this At the dro-dro-drop of a dime ba-----baby [Scratch] Crai-Crai-Craig G light up the mic Craig-Craig-Craig-Craig Craig G light up the mic Craig G light up the mic for The Symphony [Verse One: Craig G] Ahh, Politics & Bullshit got me hectic Let me show y'all new rappers how to do a posse record Craig G-I, with the Frankie C U-T-L-A-Double-S, MC's get trouble Best I flow with the the swiftness, never However new MC's pulled the lever, my style's much better Anyone can be a victim Empty tracks I lick sick em I flip em rip em and strip em of all of they pride As I slide, in out of these states I stay great What the G stand for, I'm slammin you and your Whole staff, style, split an atom in half East Coast, West Coast, don't make me laugh! The whole America feels my wrath, ahh! It's like a terrier was on that ass, ahh, yeah! Cause nine-six ain't about jack shit Fuck Versace, I'm like Rocky when I'm bustin' your lip Bust these metaphors, for better or worse My style burst Your grill into itty-bitty pieces As I release, my thesis Uhh, Craig G, I believe that's me Ninetenn-eighty-five til infinity, ahhh [Scratch] Shanté! Sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha Shanté! Shanté! The baddest around [Verse Two: Roxanne Shanté] Hey yo, you're lost in the sauce, bitches still remain Useless, but when I reign bitches can't sustain The drama, word to momma, bitch I leave you leakin' Roxanne Shanté stay creepin' You sleepin' but I stay armed, and dangerous No matter what your name is, bitch I make you famous A lot of bitches swear shit's sweet But when I creep I'mma lace you from your head to your fuckin' feet Frankie Cutlass put me on so I'm back again Ain't nothin changed it's still the same Ain't no smilin' friend I remember eighty-seven, eighty-eight I was the only one gettin' weight from upstate Gettin cake, Juice Crew All-Stars was my boys Runnin round town baby makin' mad noise Backtrack turn back the page Live on stage, wreckin' niggas at a early age I was only fifteen thinkin' big time At the time blind, all my eyes saw was gold mine So all you fake Cristal sippin' bitches Here's a thirty-eight bitch, click it! I didn't think so... [Scratch] I be the Biz Markie Biz-biz-biz I be the Biz Markie Biz Markie, aoooowwwwwww! [Verse Three: Biz Markie] Hey hey hey, I'm the eMmmaZah-A Igga-R-Rrahidy-iZza-Rrahzah-K I don't have a big mouth, just a lot to say So listen to my rhythm and rap display, OK I rock the mic to the T-O-P And every record that I make, I make history Like a-oh-oh-oh, WHA-OHH! ah-one two Is some of the things that I used to do, but Right about now I got a different flow I rock from New York City to Mexico From England, Australia, back to Japan They know I'm Mista Magic Cool with the mic in my hand So, you know I got more rhymes than Muhammad Ali That's why my name rings bells internationally Never neglected well protected as an MC yet I'm, super duper with the rhymes I invent Big Daddy Kane, you know you're part of the staff Get on the mic, get on the mic god damnit Get on the mic on my behallllllllllllllllllllf, waaoooowowwww!! [Scratch] The-the-the name Kane is superior to many people [Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane] Tell me what you see, and uhh, vectorize When you, check your eyes, baby, recognize, it's the Rawest chump to make the verse in the chorus bump With rhymes skills to be retarded like Forrest Gump Now feel the pain runnin' through your chest area Thoughts of the attack it got you fearin' the Bodily abuse, that you phony niggas makin' me produce Warfare put to use, fuck all that, just turn me loose Huh, and this is for those who don't know the half I want to see just how well you know your math Now, in case a nigga want to get out of line Just tell me how many times does sixteen go into nine See, a lot of you rappers like to front as if you're ruthless But, when I'm around you make all kind of excuses Like, "I just remembered, yo, my niece need diapers kid Plus I got homework, bible-study, all types of shit" Boo-yaka, any fuckin' tune to ya King Asiatic, tell me what we gonna do wit ya One more thing, the next example one of you niggas is bout to be it Now close your eyes tight cause trust me you don't want to see it