Текст песни Marley Marl feat. Master Ace, Craig G, K - The Symphony
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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 alittle 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 staywith 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 knownthat 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-optimisticsthat though I wasn`t coming out with some exquisite rhymes.But that`s alright, cuz now I`m backto kill all the rumors and straighten the facts of menot 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 isto 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 RapYo, Marley gives the slice, I get nice,and my voice is twice as horrifying as Vincent Pricegoes 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 into 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 tracesthat 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 yourselfLike 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` largelike 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 stateof reignin`, gainin. So put Kane in, that category. Period. End of story...