Masta Ace - The Symphony lyrics

[Masta 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 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'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 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 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 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 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 [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 k** 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 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 [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 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 d**h Makin' veterans run for medicine Cuz 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, s**ers, todays the deadline Your head is way past bedtime Can't k** 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 s**s more than a who*e You can't replace me, ice me or ace me Ba** 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 s**er: the order is manslaughter Another rapper, G Rap wrecks, he's rated X, that means the boy is s**. 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 Next up... (I believe that's me) Big Daddy Kane, get on the mic for the Symphony [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 Cause 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 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 your health So put a quarter in your a**, 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 s**ers I pull it The trigger, ya figure, my pockets gettin' bigger Cause when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my n***a! You've got the groove, emcees, 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 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