The Symphony

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 death

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, 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

Serve the sucker: the order is manslaughter

Another rapper, G Rap wrecks, he's rated X, that means 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 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