The Cypher, Part III (feat. Big Daddy Kane, Biz Markie, Craig G & Roxanne Shante)

(Marley Marl)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
(Masta Ace)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
(Craig G)Ahh, Politics & Bull*******t 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 *******t
****** Versacci
I'm like Rocky when I'm bustin' yo 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
(Roxanne Shante)Shante!
Sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha
Shante!
Shante! The baddest around
Hey yo, you're lost in the sauce
******* still remain, useless
But when I reign ******* can't sustain
The drama, word to momma
******* I leave you leakin'
Roxanne Shante stay creepin'
You sleepin' but I stay armed and dangerous
No matter what your name is
******* I make you famous
A lot of ******* swear *******t's sweet
But when I creep I'mma lace you
From your head to your ******' 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' ******s 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' *******
Here's a thirty-eight *******, click it!
I didn't think so...
(Biz Markie)Biz-biz-biz, I be the Biz Markie
Biz Markie, aoooowwwwwww!
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
(The name Kane is superior to many people)
Waaoooowowwww!!
(BDK)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 ******s makin' me produce
Warfare put to use, ****** 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 ****** want to get out of line
Just tell me how many times does 16 go into 9
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 *******t.
Boo-yaka, any ******' tune to ya
King Asiatic, tell me what we gonna do wit ya
One more thing, the next example
One of you ******s is bout to be it
Now close your eyes tight
Cause trust me you don't want to see it