Marley Marl — The Symphony

[Intro: Marley Marl] I don't care who's first or who last But I know that y'all just better Rock this at the drop of a dime baby I don't know what y'all gon' do with this, but it got to be funky It got to be funky if you're gonna be on it I don't care who start I don't care what y'all do But you got to be finished Before the music is through Now who's first up to bat? [Verse 1: Masta Ace] Listen closely, so your attention's undivided Many in the past have tried to do what I did But just the way I came off then, 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'mma 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 lift 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 a while, it won't go away Unless you force it, because it stays with you, my friend And if you toss it away, I'mma 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 Crusoe 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 bitin' in any form Yo, I only warn, that verse was the calm, now here's the storm [Bridge] 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 thought I wasn't comin' out with some exquisite rhymes But that's alright, 'cause 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 the tip when you heard me and the Juice Crew You said, "Mmm-mmm-mmm, ain't that somethin'? Yo, Craig, I heard 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'; on surprise mode Don't even sleep, try not to keep your eyes closed 'Cause if you do, when you awaken Your so-called spot will be taken I'll take you over like a greedy executive 'Cause on the mic, my prospective is To be the best in all rap events And since I have a call, I call experience [Bridge] 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 a slice, I get nice And my voice is twice as horrifyin' 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 That 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 'Cause I put out more lights in a fight than Con Edison Rip the damn cage like I'm on a rampage So, if you want rage, I'mma make front page Read the headlines, suckers, today's 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 Serve the sucker, the order is manslaughter Another rapper G Rap wrecks He's rated X, that means 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 a rapper or singer I'm puttin' up my middle finger [Bridge] Next up... (I believe that's me) Big Daddy Kane, get on the mic for the Symphony [Verse 4: 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 bein' 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 'Cause rockin' a party? Yo, it's a small thing I rip many places on regular basis And broken down mics were the only trace is 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 kicked it 'Cause if rap was a house, you'd be evicted And dismissed from the microphone Chokin' on a bone 'cause Daddy's home And battlin' me is hazardous to health So, put a quarter in your ass 'cause 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 'Cause when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my nigga! You've got the groove, MC's, freeze, stand still, nobody move It's a sabotage, as I take charge Don't barge, 'cause goddamn, I'm livin' large Like a giant, you're nothin' but a midget, a small digit You ain't wit' 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 [Outro: Marley Marl] Not in my book Y'all are supposed to keep goin' until the end of the record I still hear beats, what's wrong with you? Yo, fellas y'all got to do somethin' on this them tracks So let the track house you, what? So let the track house you, what? Yo, I can't believe it I can't believe it I can't believe it I can't believe it