Marley Marl — The Symphony Part II

[Verse 1: Masta Ace] I'm about to run, run a race with the rhythm If you know the bass steps, dance, do it wit 'em Gotta clock G's, 'cause a G is worth a thousand When I kick these types of rhymes I be housin' All I wanna be, gonna be big shotties Brothers ain't wit' it, then I do it for the hotties But I know they wit' it 'cause they know I ain't a phony And it feels good like Tony! Toni! Toné! And I like to kick a rhyme, rhyme for the people Wanna reach the top? Climb, climb to the steeple Top too high? Well, you best get a ladder Say you're from the slum? Well, chum, it don't matter Forget where you're from, it's all about where you're goin' My name is Masta Ace and I don't tip-toe and Never stall, fall, lose my grip or take a slip Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip But not to my loo, I never played hopscotch Music man, baby, and the rhymes are top notch Gotta try to uplift, lift the ghetto dweller I try my best to never riff, riff wit' a fella A brother sometimes tries to play it like tennis Then it's time to pull teeth like a dentist Oh, brother, brother, please don't play it The rhyme is prime every time that I say it Action's in effect, nothin' change but the weather Juice Crew? Nah, but we still rock together [Pre-Verse Bridge] Craig G (Yo, I believe that's me) A-yo, Craig G (Yo, I believe that's me) A-yo, Craig G (Yo, man, I believe that's me) Kick it 1, 2, 3 [Verse 2: Craig G] Yo, once again, a brother's back to attract many age groups Sportin' green and beige boots, poppin' like a hula hoop You step to me, and you'll be steppin' to a death wish You probably thought I'm soft — Of course you never met this I'm not a crazy man, gun-totin' hooligan But pass a mic to me and rappers I'll be doin' in So, yo, uh, slide to the left a bit 'Cause I'm about to blow up in the '90s and I bet you get jelly And think of tryin' to do me I work for my spot, so don't try to remove me 'Cause I can swing a rap like a batter hits a fast ball Put on my track shoes and run right past all Corny MC's and wannabes Get played like a permanent crease in your Lee's So next time the wizard gets you soft as a heart Don't step to me because I rip the shit apart Now, this ain't Mr. Rogers and I never play pretend So think about it, chump, if you step to me again [Pre-Verse Bridge] Yo, Big Daddy (Yo, I believe that's me) A-yo, Big Daddy (Yo, I believe that's me) Big Daddy (Oooh, I guess that's me) 1, 2, 3 [Verse 3: Big Daddy Kane] Uhh! Damn, it's true, I'm livin' mathematics Asiatic, comin' up on the microphone just like an addict Made to fit, 100% legit, as soon as I hit — Ooooh, shit! 'Cause I'm gonna make the audience applaud me and support me And award me when they saw me in action with my [???] Sharper than any other instrument That archeologists can find, never known to mankind 'Cause I'm a rare species And all you Filthy McNasty MC's can't even see me You're too fragile to touch this mad style Girls be runnin' up sayin', "Oooh, you're too bad, child" So save your breath and exit stage left Retreat before you meet defeat and greet death You and any champion that even tries to touch this Won't even get to keep his title long as Douglas See, I'm the wrong one to fuck with Oh, you still standin' there? (Yo, yo, look out, duck, kid) I'm brashin' and bashin', crash and smash MC's And enemies wit' these 'Cause I make sure everythin' comes out smooth [Lil' Daddy Shane] But you know your little brother must deserve his groove Drop somethin', quick release a rhyme wit' quickness To let MC's know about my existence Any MC to last a minute is pure lucky 'Cause I'm the baddest kid that you seen since Chucky [Pre-Verse Bridge] Well, Kool G Rap (Yo, I believe that's me) So G Rap (Yo, I believe that's me) So Kool G Rap (Yo, I believe that's me) 1, 2, 3 [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] Yo, straight out the muthafuckin' gutter I open my shutter to butt-ass brothers And rip 'em up like a box cutter You press up? I pull the trigger I figured nobody could dig a Milli Vanilli-ass nigga Prepare for shootin' fair, I'm knockin' boots daily Fruits, I rip 'em right outta Roots like Alex Haley Here I come straight to the mouth I'm kickin' it slick, lyrics are harder than a dick inside a whore house Your neighborhood hero's a zero I'm sendin' muthafuckers on a Midnight Run like DeNiro So here goes a rappatittatackle Feel a steel scalpel pressed up on your Adam's apple Reach for the pistol and you're crazy Try to blast, and I'll be spinnin' that ass like Patrick Swayze Said he was frightened when I rocked, they came in a flock What is this shit — New Kids on the Cock? Wanna battle? You need a paddle, 'cause shit creek's deep But since you're ridin' on my dick, you need a saddle No survivors, I spit 'em out just like saliva Well, next stop [???] and I'm the driver So fake rappers try to diss — You're a little too proud But niggas on white clouds are on my shit list Do your ass in like Kennedy's assassin Murder the whole mass and time for tresspassin' I flow on notes like a sailor Hoes are like clothes, I got they ass sewn up just like a tailor Kool G Rap — One in a million You're rollin' the dice to get sliced the fuck up like a Sicilian A nigga can't do shit for me G Rap and Marley Marl signin' out on The Symphony