The Symphony (Remix)

[Verse 1: Master Ace]

Listen closely, so your attention's undivided

Many in the past have tried to do what I did

Just the way I came off, man 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'm-a 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 life 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 awhile, it won't go away

Unless you force it, because it stays with you, my friend

And if you toss it away, I'm-a 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 Caruso

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 biting in any form, yo I'm only warm

That verse was the calm, now here's the storm...

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 though I wasn't coming out with some exquisite rhymes

But that's alright, cuz 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 hte tip when you heard me and the Juice Crew

You said, "Mmm mmm mmm, ain't that somethin?

Yo Craig, I head 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': all surprise mode

Don't even sleep, try not to keep your eyes closed

Cuz if you do, when you awaken, your so-called spot will be taken

I'll take you over like a greedy executive, cuz on the mic my prospective is

To be the best in all rap events, and since I have a call, I call experience

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 the slice, I get nice

And my voice is twice as horrifying 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

And 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 deat

Makin' veterans run for medicine

Cuz I put out more lights in a fight than ConEdison

Rip the damn cage like I'm on a rampage

And if you want rage, I'm-a make front page

Read the headlines, suckers, todays 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

Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter

Another rapper, G Rap wrecks, he's rated X, to mean 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 'er

Rapper or singer: I'm puttin' up my middle finger

Next up... (I believe that's me)

Big Daddy Kane, get on the mic for the Symphony

[Verse4: 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 being 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

Cuz rockin' a party? Yo, it's a small thing

I rip many places on regular basis, and broken down mics were the only traces

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 kick it

Cuz if rap was a house, you'd be evicted

And dismissed from the microphone, chokin' on a bone, cuz Daddy's home

And battlin' me is hazardous to health

So put a quarter in your ass, cuz 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

Cuz when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my nigga!

You've got the groove, MCs, freeze, stand still, nobody move

It's a sabotage, as I take charge. Don't barge, cuz gotdamn, I'm livin' large

Like a giant. You're nothin' but a midget, a small digit

You ain't hit 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...