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[Intro: Big Daddy Kane]

One-two, doin' a few for you

[Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane]

Intro, I start to go, my rhymes'll flow so

Get up and dance 'cause Kane said so

If you are loungin' around, it's time to get up

Pardon my expression, but I'mma tear shit up!

I appear right here and scare and dare

A mere musketeer that would dare to compare

I do declare — gettin' busy is where it's at

But with what you're sayin', you wouldn't get a point for that

'Cause you're a featherweight, and your rhymes, you carry light

But I drop bass just like Barry White

So how could you think that you pose a threat?

You say you're rockin'?! How many shows you get?!

All your vocals go local on the M-I-C

Mine's go a great distance like AT&T

I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, nothin' you can do to this

Fuck around with Kane and come out black and blue for this

So, yo! Go for what you know

Attempt to debate so I can humiliate

We can go rhyme for rhyme, word for word, verse for verse

Get you a nurse, too late, get you a hearse

To take you to your burial ground

Because the Big Daddy Kane always throws down

Correct, I get respect

I'm out to collect cash money, but that's another subject

My rhymes are so dope and the rappers be hopin'

To sound like me, so soon I'll have to open

A school of emceein', for those who wanna be in

My field and court, but then again, on second thought

To have MC's comin' out, soundin' so similar

It's quite confusin' for you to remember the

Originator, and boy, do I hate a

Perpetrator, but I'm much greater

I'm A, number one, second to none

A sufficient title for me would be champion

Of any event in which I present

Fresh lyrics, you hear it and mark them excellent

Very exquisite and explicit

Extraordinaire, so what is it?

Nothin' but the finest, your supreme Highness

Out to diminish, delete and minus

All rappers that's inferior, playin' my area

Rhymes I recite will make them deteriorate away

And just get this straight

To compete, I will defeat and totally humiliate

All imitation with the combination

Of rhymes more deadlier than Freddy or Jason

I'll be on ya like Robitussin on a cough

If you know like I know, you'd step the hell off!

On a peaceful eve, give me space to breathe

The way I be rockin', you wouldn't believe

I'm athletic, energetic, my rhymes are poetic

And while others are pathetic, my style is copacetic

Innovator, dominator, rhyme creator

My rhymes are food for your party, now allow me to cater

'Cause I'm the rappers' idol and my title is so vital

MC's tryna take it? Results are homicidal

All MC's try to handle me, are led to misfortune and calamity

So to whom it may concern, please try and learn

That in a battle with the Kane, you just get burned

'Cause I'm a slayer, rhyme-sayer that's out to kill

Progress, manifest, drop science and build

And any rapper tryna stop me from comin' through

Like Chaka Khan, I Feel For You!

Destruction and corruption is what will occur

Much damage bein' done as I injure

And when I get through rockin' the mic like this

You'll have to thank the God Almighty if you still exist

Like that, y'all, it's like that, y'all

And when my Bally's run down, I get taps, y'all

So Kool G Rap — my mellow, my man

Get on the mic with the gangsta plan

[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]

This little note is like a formula, the antidote

For copy-catters, I quote, they wanna deep-throat

Lyrics that I wrote, placed upon a beat so neat

Orchestras and bands can't compete or compare

Or even come near to this here

This is a mere affair, you just stare and cheer

Crystal clear to your ear, perhaps some rappers are up there

To me, they're just Hollywood Squares

Music I create rotates on a plate

And I know some people hate me because I'm great

Got a lot of females 'cause my records make sales

While the others on the shelf is goin' slower than snails

And this shows the pros are so composed

Also, enemies and foes, to G Rap, they're only zeros

Not heroes, they're fractions minus the action of satisfaction

Also, the brain of the main attraction

I'm not mixed with any studio tricks

No special effects like you see in the flicks

I'm dramatic, so there you have it, I'm fantastic

Competitors are plastic, stretch 'em like elastic

Then grab the microphone

And create a relaxin' tone like a saxophone

If you don't like it, then use the exit, to hell with it

I'm Kool G Rap and I made it, I did it

Mission completed, suckers are defeated

I sweated and bleeded, but yet I succeeded

So please be aware that this is a war

If the shoe fits, wear it 'cause that's what it's made for

My metaphors are excellent, yours are poor

My literature will score more, for sure

The creature, feature, searcher, preacher, teacher

Torture, rupture, capture, rapture, reach ya

Musical master, rhyme reacts as a

Brain that has the knowledge of NASA

You're just a KitKat, small as a Tic-Tac

But I'm a Big Mac, 'cause I'm G Rap

Well equipped with a hip-hop lip

My memory bank is like a microchip

My bass'll give a shake of an earthquake

It'll make you, sucker MC, wanna jump in the lake

'Cause I'm murder, homi-cide, comma

Crush, kill, destroy with excitement and drama

Speaker, sound seeker, you become weaker

My art is a smoker, your material is mediocre

The rap Olympia, devastate the area

I'm gettin' brainier, lyrical mania

Power source, energy enforced

Your headboards, will need Red Cross

So come one or two, step through a few

Doubles and couples, and I'll cripple all triples, huh!

You can't handle it — none or any, one or many, some or plenty

'Cause I'm not a stranger, just the rhyme arranger

Highly explosive, keep out, danger!

Packin' G's while you try to be me

But for these MC's, I call 'em the wannabe G's

What I write is in the smokin' section

Here's an injection of rap perfection

So what the heck? You select my dialect

Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject

'Cause I could use a technique, modern or antique

Beats never repeat, show you that I can speak

Totally, properly, but rappers wanna copy me

This takes strategy just like Monopoly

Figure it out:

Kool G Rap is about makin' armies and crews look like Girl Scouts

'Cause when I start rappin', I keep the people clappin'

Suckers that be yappin' don't think that this can happen!