Big Daddy Kane - The Symphony Part II lyrics

[Master Ace] I'm about to run, run a race with the rhythm If you know the ba** steps, dance, do it wit 'em Gotta clock Gs, cause the G's worth a thousand When I kick these types of rhymes I'll be housing 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 to 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 going My name is Masta Ace and I don't tip toeing Never saw fall, lose my grip, or take a slip Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip But not to my Lou, I never play 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 fellow My brother sometimes tries to play it like tennis Dennis, time to pull teeth like a dentist Oh brother, brother, please don't play it The rhyme is prime everytime that I say it Action's in effect, nothing change but the weather Juice Crew? Nah, but we still rock together Craig G (Yo, I believe that's me) Hey yo, Craig G (Yo, I believe that's me) Hey yo, Craig G (Yo man I believe that's me) Kick it 1,2,3 [Craig G] Yo, once again a brother's back to attract many age groups Sporting green and beige boots, popping like the hula hoop You step to me and you'll be stepping to a d**h wish You probably thought I'm soft, of course you never met this I'm not a crazy man, gun-totin' hooligan But pa** a mic to me and rappers I'll be doing in So, yo, hit, 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 trying 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 pa** all Corny MCs and wannabes Get played like a permanent crease in your Lees So next time the wizard gives you soft as a heart Don't step to me because I rip the sh** apart Now this ain't Mr. Rogers and I never play pretend So think about it chump if you step to me again Yo Big Daddy (Yo I believe that's me) Hey yo Big Daddy (Yo I believe that's me) Big Daddy (Well I guess that's me) 1,2,3 [Big Daddy Kane] Uhn, damn, it's true, I'm living mathematics Asiatic, coming up on the microphone just like an addict Make the fit, 100% legit As soon as I hit, hoo sh** Cause I'm gonna make the audience applaud me And support me and award me when they saw me In action wit my softy gin Sharper than any other instrument That archeologists can find, never known to mankind Cause I'm a weird species And all you Filthy McNasty MCs couldn't even see me You're too fragile to touch this ma** style Girls be running up saying, oh, you're too bad child So save your breath and exit stage left But treat before you meet defeat and greet d**h You 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 f** wit Oh you still standing there (Yo, yo, look out duck kid) I'm d**hing and bashing crash and smack MC's And enemies wit these Cause I make sure everything comes out smooth [Lil' Daddy Shane] But you know your little brother must deserve this groove Drop something quick release a rhyme wit quickness To let MCs know about my existence Any MC to last a minute is pure lucky Cause I'm the baddest kid that you seen since Chucky (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 [Kool G Rap] Yo, straight out the muthaf**ing gutter I open my shutter, the bu*t a** brothers And rip 'em up like a box cutter You press up, I pull the trigger I figured nobody could dig a Milli Vanilli-a** n***a Prepare for shoot bear, I'm knocking boots daily Fruits, I rip 'em out of their roots like Alex Haley Here I come straight to the mouth I'm kicking it slick, lyrics are harder than a dick inside a ho house Your neighborhood hero's a zero I'm sending muthaf**ers on a Midnight Run like DeNiro So here goes a rapper to the baffled 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 a** like Patrick Swayze Said he was frightened when I rock, they came in a flock What is this sh**, New Kids on the co*k? So fake rappers try to diss, you're a little too proud But n***as on white clouds are on my sh** list Do your a** in, like Kennedy's a**a**in Murder the whole ma** and, time for tresspa**in' I flow on notes like a sailor, hoes are like clothes I got that a** sewn up just like a tailor Kool G Rap, one in a million You're rolling the dice and get sliced the f** up like a Sicilian A n***a can't do sh** for me G Rap and Marly Marl, I'm signing out on the symphony