This week it’s the Juice Crew members going head to head. When I was growing up the talk was who had the better verse on “The Symphony” Big Daddy Kane or Kool G Rap? Today we are going to decide who had the better verse on that song and highlight other gems throughout their careers.
The idea behind Freestyle Fridays is to battle one another with your favorite verse from either of the two competitors. You’re essentially battling other commenters in this thread by using the words of Big Daddy Kane or Kool G Rap. Hit the jump for a few rules and then jump in on the comments!
Before we start, let’s see if we can keep the thread in order today, by following a couple simple rules:
1. Please don’t drop the lyrics to a whole song. No more than one verse!
2. Please stay in order…. Big Daddy Kane, then Kook G Rap, then Big Daddy Kane, etc. If you want to drop a BDK, wait until someone has dropped a KGR one. The idea is to go back and forth. It’s possible that more than one person may be trying to drop a verse at one time… we’ll just keep moving on.
I’ll start this thread off with a verse from 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.”
-Kool G Rap, “The Symphony”
{ 40 comments… read them below or add one }
“And cats still wonder can they get as hot as he been
That probably depends, let me show you how to begin
Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns
Hit the bar spend cash like Monopoly ends
Plushed out, rock gators and exotical skins
Come in the hood, flippin the chicken and broccoli Timbs
Niggaz come in the game, block they shot at the rim
That ain’t in you – the FUCK you gon’ possibly win?
I do it, “Booty Calls” on the BlackSTREET Teddy tip
Keep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip
Heavy with, styles that’s the deadliest
Cats on that petty shit watch how much lead he get
You tryin to go places, chasin Oasis
About nothin gettin low wages
Drink Hennessey with no chasers
Right hooks (write hooks) like Joe Frasier’s
I’m the bodacious
Body parts are big and like Schwarz-a-niggaz
Smokin Garcia Vega tryin to get the larger paper
If you, block the cash, we lockin ass
I’ma put it in your chest like a Stockton pass
Only out to earn figures like we please
but I don’t mind to burn niggaz like CD’s
Now – exhibit, styles I kick with it
[*COUGH*] Pardon me, but I’m fuckin sickwiddit”
Platinum Plus – Big L Feat. Big Daddy Kane
Only one person for this post? And Kev we were stressin over this joint yesterday? Might have to let this one go.
KOOL G RAP & DJ POLO
“poison”
A mind designed to find a rhyme that’s right on time
One step beyond and not behind the line
That separates dogs from divine
Take it as a caution, or a warning sign
Whether antonyms, words I’m blending them
Homonyms, synonyms, good like m&m’s
With polo and while he’s slicing
I’ll turn the mike’s last name into tyson
My brain is like a factory constantly creating
Material stitch by stitch for decoration
Lyrics are fabrics, beat is the lining
My passion in rhyming is fashion designing
Now it gets odd it, cause people want to sport it
You bought it, if you didn’t then you couldn’t afford it
Poetry full of surprises, it’s like a game show
And my brain glows just like a rainbow
Rappers and poets they already know it
G rap is a terror not a error and never will I stop reaching for better
Whether wheels of steel or reel to reel
G rap will make you feel the real deal
I usually rap hardcore and I know
That y’all thinking am I somehow semi, so
We yell party and girls and boys and
Remember kool g rap, doc the butcher and polo is poison
BIG DADDY KANE
“the wrath of kane”
The man at hand, to rule and school and teach
And reach the blind to find their way from a to z
And be the most, and boast the loudest rap
Kane’ll reign your domain! (yeah kane!)
The heat is on, so feel the fire
Come off the empire, all the more higher
Level of def one step beyond dope
You suckers all scope and hope to cope but nope
Cause I can never let em on top of me
I play em out like a game of monopoly
Let us beat around the ball like an astro
Then send em to jail for tryin to pass go
Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff
But it still ain’t loud enough
So mister cee let the volume grow
So I can flow, now yo
Juice crew’s the family, slick rick’s a friend of me
And doug e. fresh, stet’, krs and public enemy
Blase blah, you know who you are
The red black and green, the sun moon and star
Knowledge of self, degree of twenty-one after
Peace in the name of I self lord and master
I come to teach and preach and reach and each
With the speech every leecher I’m impeach
Drop science and build with math
And the dumb deaf and blind’ll feel the wrath, of kane!
Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn’t cream?
With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali’s
Rockin lizard Bally’s while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o’s then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
We’ve seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half
Three major players gettin papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus
Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
that’ll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani’s
You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke without the Cola
Me and black don’t fake jacks but we might sling one
It ain’t no shame in our game we do our thing son
- Kool G Rap from Fast Life
KOOL G RAP
“letters”
You no-frill slow toy, cheap thrills, no joy
My lyrical skills give me Pillsbury Doughboy
Back, I’m packin em up like Jack the Ripper
Some pally’ll I’m pullin the zipper
Finger popped, the better the batter or flipper
You’re out of date, you must be the Late Show, I hate those
puttin on the brakes slow, uh-oh, better get Maaco
Dead-on, head-on collision, bad decision
You wanna see me nigga you better check your vision
It ain’t 20/20 money silly bunny your funny
Your ass’ll get smashed just like a crash test dummy
Retire, an MC that Oscar Meyer could take
Some of you wacky rappers just play anyway
that’s B-O-L-O-G-N-A
So come and swing wild, mild child, and get your style hurt
HEY HEY HEY! Should I say it’s Fatter than Albert
Play at your own risk, if you diss, got a lotta hot groups
turnin cold, better go and sip on some Swiss Miss
Inner city, actin like bitties, you’re pussy
so here kitty kitty, come get some milk from my hoe’s titties
Cross at the green not in between or get hit G
Red light, green light, one two three
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you shoulda let me pass
‘fore crash, now that ass is in a bodycast
Everytime I put out my records and tapes
Motherfuckers go bananas like this was Planet of the Apes
Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase tickets
to ride the dick and sit down it like a Greyhound
Down with the clowns actin like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
See niggaz, you ain’t even Magilla Guerillas
Bass in your face, stingin like mace
I’m bringin the right taste, hangin like waist
Pick up the pace
BIG DADDY KANE
“set it off”
Let it roll, get bold, I just can’t hold
Back, or fold cos I’m a man with soul
In control and effect, so what the heck
Rock the discotheques and this groove is what’s next
Attack, react, exact, the mack’ll move you with
A strong song, as long as you groove to this
I keep the crowd loud when you’re hype
Do damage onstage and injure the mic
As I shoot the gift MC’s stand stiff
While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif
Feel my blood fist, or my death kiss
The rap soloist, you don’t want none of this
Supreme in this era, I reign with terror
When I grab the mic believe you’re gonna hear a
Fascinatin’ rhyme as I enchant them
So let’s all sing the Big Daddy anthem
Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro
I entertain again and Kane’ll never have no
Problem, I can sneeze, sniffle and cough
E-e-e-even if I stutter Imma still come off
Cos rappers can’t understand the mics I rip
They sure enough ain’t equipped, that’s why they got flipped
But my apparatus is up to status
Don’t ask who’s the baddest, of course that is
The maker, breaker, taker, my rhymes ache the head
Put it to bed, so watch what is said
Save the bass for the pipe and rearrange your tone
Or take a loss and be forced in the danger zone
Cos I get ill and kill at will
Teachin’ a skill that’s real, you’re no thrill
So just stand still and chill as I build
Science I drill until my rhymes fill
Your head up…don’t even get up
The teacher is teachin’, so just shut up
REFLECTION ETERNAL feat. KOOL G RAP
“ghetto afterlife”
Niggaz get caught up in the struggle
End up in court in trouble, sportin a bubble
Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble
Hit the blocks with a portion to double
Flip and get tossed in the huddle
Police with one piece short of the puzzle
It’s a hustle, peep the street life, they movin muscle
and the G’s’ll make your knees buckle
Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle
Cheese double but all the speedy niggaz bleed puddles
Make the headlines; some try to escape the fed time
Phone taps on direct lines – tec-9’s with the red shine
Jake climbin through the bedroom blinds
Tryin to bring you to your deadline, it’s slippery when wet signs
Red time, wipe the sweat around your neck time
One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime
Pieces of hot lead left in your mind
One slug to the left of your spine
Forever late to rest on the shrine
MARLEY MARL feat. MASTA ACE, CRAIG G, KOOL G RAP & BIG DADDY KANE
“the symphony”
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…
LMAO @ Skeme battling himself… nice job man!
@kevin..i like this concept..its actually cool and different than the norm..i guess im showing my age by knowing these mc’s..lol
“My ideas overload
And the records I make explode in every zip code
Definitely def, the five fingers of death
Doc the Butcher, Polo’s the chef
And I’m the waiter cause I serve imitators
Who try to duplicate like an emulator
Try to get paid copying a name brand
If I was Gucci, then you would be Dapper Dan
Now hear the diaper, cause I’m a sniper
You want to get hyper?
Prepare for hyperspace and just flow with the bass
And fall in place, just keep up the pace no time to waste
Just enter the place to see the entertainer
My rhymes keep me fresh like a container
Some rappers said, my rap is dead
Shake your head to my bass like a basehead
There’ll be bloodshed, enemies shot
Those who beef get sliced into pork chops
Until your fork stops stabbing my rhymes
>From the latest and the greatest of all times
Sleep while you knock Z’s, I’mma clock G’s
Freeze rap heroes below zero degrees
Rhymes like thieves will seize enemies
That want to be G, like the Bee Gees
Not rated PG, we break necks
Like sex, rated XXX
Yes, Doc the Butcher is who I recommend
DJ Polo let the record spin”
-Kool G Rap and DJ Polo – “Men at Work”
BIG DADDY KANE feat. BIZ MARKIE
“just rhymin wit biz”
Check it out, y’all
You don’t stop
Keep on
Well it’s the kane in the flesh
Of course I’m fresh
Oh you thought that I was rotten?
Huh, I beg your pardon
To me getting paid and getting busy fall together
So a man of my ambiance…never!
Could I be weak, why I’m rather unique
I got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different technique
That I be using and not many can manage
So a brother like me, I do damage
Just by picking up the mic to go solo
I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo
I get physical, mystical, very artistical
Giving party people something funky to listen to
That’s why the other mc’s can’t swing long
I stomp them out just like I was king kong
Stepping on roaches, I get ferocious
Supercalifragalisticexpealidocious
I go on and on and on and
Until the bright shirley murdock morning
Cause i’mma pimp, hear the primp, yes the emp-
Eror, bringing much terror in your era
I ready, willing and I’m able, so bust a move
Never use a barbershop I got my homeboy smooth
Cooling out with the clippers right around the way
To keep my fresh cameo cut every day
Like that y’all, it’s like that y’all
It’s like thata-the-that, it’s like that y’all
Cause I’m the prosecutor taking a stand
And, I’m cross-examining you my man
The judge and jury, releasing my fury
The verdict that I reach for you is rather blurry
You see, the name kane is superior to many people
It means king asiatic nobody’s equal
I hate to brag, but damn I’m good
And if mics were a gun, I’d be clint eastwood
And if rap was a game, I’d be mvp
Most valuable poet on the m-i-c
Or if rap was a school, I’d be the principal
Aw fuck it, the kane is invincible
To be specific, I may die one day
But my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphic
It’s a certain special skill that takes much practice
I got it good, apparently you lack this
So in turn, sit back and learn
Listen close, this is for your own concern
Let me show you exactly how it’s properly done
Lights, camera, action!
A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also
Cameo afro, virgo, domino, I go rambo
Gigolo, romeo, friday night spend money on a ho-
Tel, to get a good night’s sleep
I’m keeping in step
Now do I come off?
Yep.
CHINO XL feat. KOOL G RAP
“let em live”
Yo, don’t fight the heist if you treasure your life
Cus my trife is measured in nights
Out your wife at the edge of my knife
And it’ll be my pleasure to slice
The bitch will be forever with Christ
Get hit twice with this real nice
Berretta device
Nickel playes to your North Face
Put feathers and flight
Let my lead strike and sever your life
Leaving you red and wet in the night
Head bite from infrared sight
Cock back, squeeze and let it ignite
Placing your body where the bedbugs bite
Baby you thug right?
A slug might, open your mug like
I’m checking your blood type
The drug life
We hop on a Rolls
Shopping for clothes
Rocking our foes
Put you in a coffin with the top of it closed
You know, put a fucking glock to your nose
Run up in your spot for the O’s and blow
Shove cock in your hoe
You ’bout to blow
Nothing stopping the doe
Most popular flow
Like iceberg at the top of the globe
Enter the dragon, as I start, to braggin and taggin
And sayin I’m baggin all rappers on the bandwagon
Feel the fury of a renegade, well men I slayed
So send the aid, cause I penetrate
Bein the best up, with lyrics I dress up, so don’t even mess up
Or try to press up, it’s better to fess up
Cause if a rapper ever goes too far man
I start to screamin on mc’s like tarzan
So witness the glare when I appear
None’ll compare, so take a seat in the rear
Child, you gotta understand, you just the man
Sittin next to the man, sittin next to the man, sittin next to the man
And no one friar comes higher than the messiah
Sparkin the mic like a live wire til I retire
Whatever the comp is I burn em like fire
With all the blow, I hit em hard like.. pi-yah
So take your hand and fold cause this is total control
And no one grabs a hold, huh
You got somethin to say, before it’s told
If you speakin on me, you better hablo espanol
Cause I ain’t tryin to have none of the penty-ante
Mumble jumble kick yak, you better get back
Clear the way when you see me comin through
Back up and bow, nuff respect due…
Big Daddy Kane – Nuff Respect
I only rock with fam’n
Plot plannin’ niggas that cock cannons
Roll with the ox jammin’ niggas doin’ whole bids in the box standin’
8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van’n
Cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin’
Turn it to knots landin’
Gun shots got ‘em scramblin’
Leavin’ 4 cops to examine
The streets are frigid so i speak it vivid
Sleep it, love it, and live it
If you want one of these slugs i’m'a give it
And pop you ’till you drop liquid
Your days are numbered and i’m droppin’ the digits
Bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics
All for poppin’ up on the wrong blocks to visit
The wrong spot to risk it
Nothin’ but hollow tops in the biscuits
Get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards
Keep it far from the child shit
.40 cal. spit
Runnin’ with wild cliques
Dead you and beat the murder trial shit
12 valve whips
The strip is scorchin’
Flooded with drug enforcement lawmen
Strippin’ your fortune
Shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin’ the torch’n
Orphans that spit the fifth often
Mad chicks get abortions
Weak ones lay stiff in a coffin
Federal stakeouts, spots get raided
Shots get traded
Come in a lock everything rock related
Keepin’ the cell blocks overly populated
Incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated
Bodies get operated
Some get chopped and faded
Leave ‘em bleedin’ in need for medical aid
For dough metal gets rasied
When shit gets hot it’s hard to settle the blaze
The ghetto we praise.
Kool G Rap – Real Life
Now whats the bullsh*t nigg*z been sayin
don’t try to act like Martin now wit dat “O I was just playin”
no need to grief or mourn
now that the beef is on
UHH all of ya teeth are gone
just cause ya rap dont mean ya catchin wreck with me
ya step to this I’ll give ya mic a vasectomy
I only know 1 nigga that can come next to me
Nah thats a tattle can’t count my own shadow
a battle? I gots ta have it
unless you gonna rob me like Whitaker when he fought Chavez
cuz when it comes to goin against Kane rappin
you like a pimp tryin to pull a nun
ain’t nothin happenin
nonresistable, non compatible
I’m not sayin’ Im the best
I’m just sayin’ Im fuckin’ incredible
and lets just get one thing understood
that if I fart on a record
trust me nigga that shit gon’ sound good
Big Daddy Kane – 95 Freestyle Verse
Lovin a thug plenty
cop slimmies that got pennies
15 shot glock the stemmie stop any
brother on the block when we pop hennies and remy
smoke shit like a hot chimney
rock many like kiddies
whats left in ya semis turnin coppers to hot pennies
troops wanna treat me like a hoop put shots in me
but any clique that wanna splatter G. Rap
Im comin back strapped
wit more black cats than Everready battery packs
clap ya weak pack
fully loaded macs’ll slap ya weave back
dope rappers get whacked kid believe that
I love battles
You got cash? I got the cattle
Want blazing saddles?
You’ll see all of the gas rattle
KGR – Wake Up Show Freestyle
MC’s and enemies I freeze at 32 degrees
Because they can’t drop rhymes like these.
Competition never saw none done,
So pay attention as I mention the 411.
Just the other day, I heard a brother say,
Taxi cabs don’t even come my way.
They all be afraid they won’t get paid
So they zoom right past and pick up a lighter shade,
And if they stop, the first thing they want,
No more than two people and the money up-front,
Treatin’ me like I’m some type of thug.
It might sound bugged but they don’t wanna get mugged.
Who’s in the right or wrong? It’s time to unite along
The righteous with a walk in success and be strong.
Instead of lookin’ for someone to beef with,
A brother like the Big Daddy Kane is peace with
Rappers of today like Kid’N'Play,
Hey, even my man L.L. Cool J,
Stetsasonic and EPMD,
Public Enemy and BDP,
Salt ‘N’ Pepa ’cause we can’t sever never,
Whether, whatever, we better stand together.
That means unite, not fightin’ or fussin’ or cussin’.
Save all the base for the pipe and start lovin’
One another ’cause separation is a flaw,
So endure for more and stop lookin’; for….Another Victoy
BDK – Another Victory
My whole life about chrome rims and stone gems
Big boned skins, Capone brims, dick blown in my own Benz
Quick to Scarface thugs who raise up blown brims
dollar trickin never politickin we grown men
Ideas of settin me up for loot I won’t bend
Just make that light bulb at the top of your dome dim
Who rap-happy nigga keep the lyrics and poems grim
Get found at the bottom of the river with stone Timbs
Babyface women flash stomaches and toned limbs
Wake up every mornin work out in the home gym
Reppin this rap game until my zone ends
‘Til mixin boards melt down and microphones bend
I spit about street shit but never condone sin
Kept it thug for life baby followed my own trend
Kool G. Rap – Thug 4 Life
(pardon me for dominating the comments…blame yourself for bringing up two of my GOATS)
BIG DADDY KANE feat. SCOOB, SAUCE MONEY, SHYHEIM, JAY-Z & OL DIRTY BASTARD
“show & prove”
Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? huh
Not even michael jordan’ll gamble that much, yo
I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it
I come for your title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit
Ahh yeah, that’s that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look inside my rap book at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the mexican
The messiah that’s feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their prepared fate
Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition gets none! huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn’t give me no run
I see the way you’re trying to get to me,
But with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better g
You’re hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn’t last a minute with
The non-resistable, non-competible
No-no-i’m-not-sayin-i’m-the-best, I’m just sayin I’m fuckin incredible!
And let’s just make one more thing understood
That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it’ll sound good
So jay-z, if you’re down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it’s time to show and prove
KOOL G RAP feat. B1 aka MF GRIMM
“take em to war”
Here I come to get some motherfuckin wreck but first I gotta
umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I’m set
So let a motherfucker move a muscle
When I tussle they’ll be piecin niggaz back like fuckin puzzles
Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringin mad noise, a bad boy
When I was younger always carried guns, I never had toys
Grimm, gimme the infrared they see me and I’m puttin red dots
on niggaz foreheads to makin motherfuckers indian
You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it’s murder
cause I put holes in my beef like fuckin White Castle burgers
So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo’-pound
Cock back, rock black, gun a nigga down
I see em, he’s comin out the fuckin coliseum
and hopped into a BM, shit!
Put in my clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man had
Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide
I’m rainin on him (faster nigga) oh yeah we’re gainin on him
(oh shit he’s with somebody else) fukkit, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seat
When they find him, he’ll be a backseat driver
But I ain’t finished with the trigger yet, I’m lightin up a cigarette
Bang bang, I left the other nigga wet
It’s G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpos
HEAVY D feat. KOOL G RAP, GRAND PUBA, CL SMOOTH, BIG DADDY KANE, PETE ROCK & Q TIP
“dont curse”
BIG DADDY KANE
Uhn, the smooth rap inventor that enter
Parental discretion’s not advised so there’s no need to censor
Kiss on, peep it, but you want to beep it, what
I feel like slapping a sticker on ya (chill chill, see) but
Too magical rhymes are too tragical
For any source to stop Kane from getting capital
If I thought sticking me was dissing me
Man, don’t you know that this would be worse than Stephen King’s Misery
So clean all profanity, stealing all the man to be
Rocking any microphone you’re handing me
So Heavy D, i’m about to disperse
So kick another verse and don’t forget not to curse
HEAVY D feat. KOOL G RAP, GRAND PUBA, CL SMOOTH, BIG DADDY KANE, PETE ROCK & Q TIP
“dont curse”
KOOL G RAP
You’re telling me don’t curse on a verse, they did it worse
First I put a curse on every verse
I kind of got outrageous
Check it, even made a record on how I’m doing on the B-I-T-C-Hes
Drop some verses for the bust
Every word that you heard is cause I didn’t give a f-, aw shucks
Hey yo, I almost forgot
The curse is a plot but it’s getting kinda hot
So I’ma let profanity retire, hey
But if worse comes to worse, I’ll cut you out like Richard Pryor
So Grand Puba, kick a verse
But do your man a favor and don’t curse
I’m just that ruthless, to leave ya toothless
Cause you’re useless, makin up excuses excuses
So never touch tap tangle or tamper
A fearless fly foe’ll get slapped with a Pamper
Cause I can dig in your face like root canal
But I’ma chill, won’t even dispute you now
Actin wild just ain’t my style
Cause only the live will be movin the crowd but see
quiet as kept, not like a starter you
but I can roast an MC like a barbecue
In the Dead Zone, you shouldn’t have left home
Steppin to the man, now get the head flown
I bring the terror, horror, there’s no tomorrow
Child you shouldn’t even bother
to press up, and get broken like a Lee nail
So let me school ya plus scoop your female
Just like a jiggalo but I’m much bigger though
I’m like a hitman, pullin the trigger slow
and smooth to the groove with lyrics that sooth
and improve with every move, that’s why you’ve
been enhanced by the mentally divine
So play football, and let’s go the nine
Shorts I take none, cause I ain’t the one
In eighty-nine there’s damage bein done
And for you to diss me, will be very risky
Cause I make this be, as strong as whiskey
To break and make my foes dispose in force
So y’all can see how me the Kane will just reign
superior, cause I ain’t even hearin ya
Save the yang, cause it’s a Big Daddy thang
BDK – It’s a Big Daddy Thing
Yo Imma move in where they hustle at
strongarm and muscle that
duffle bags and rubble packs
Cristal I guzzle that
Catch you at the barbershop
nah wait in the parking lot
I see you like to bark a lot
until a body part get popped
catch em at the ATM
Hindus Arabians
put a nickel plate to them
I stay constantly rapin em
in telly rooms on honeymoons
Timberland boot the groom
the keys to the coupe and zoom
leave him in his fruit of looms
whack em all jack em all
while they playin basketball
white guys racquetball
pimps at the mackin ball
…..
KGR – Nobody Can’t Eat
TONY TOUCH feat. BIG DADDY KANE, KOOL G RAP & KRS-ONE
“class of 87″
BIG DADDY KANE
Somebody let the lion out the den, I come flyin out to win
Whatever you tryin bout to end – Kane’s comin
Let me explain somethin – we rules the place
You couldn’t shine around me wearin a suit from Mase
And that, gruesome face – G, cock the hammer
Let’s test his stamina
or make him smile like he on Candid Camera
I’m wreckin jaws with extra force just because
I have no respect for yours against the boss
Nigga, check your drawers
Don’t let it get to where I have to sun ya
And goin back you wonder
Put holes inside your chest like accupuncture
Give me a reason to flip I’ll put deez in your lip
Be laid up without deez in your wrist
and you bleed when you piss
Presence alone make the hardest cats soften
Put niggaz in the coffin
Play Daddy to a female orphan
I keeps it heated while so many get deleted
And you close to bein the next one to meet it,
now beat it!
TONY TOUCH feat. BIG DADDY KANE, KOOL G RAP & KRS-ONE
“class of 87
KOOL G RAP
Chandeliers glare, mahogany floors, house on the shore
with the balcony doors, marble walls like it’s Carnegie Hall
Armies of whores walk around in they drawers
Mountains of raw, water fountains pour – take a tour
?? in the floor, draped in velour, paper galore
Master suite dinner table for four
Sittin on four acres or more
Bracin my jaw, scrapin the floor
Home of Capone, gold phone take me to war
Sip the Henny-Rock straight with a straw, lovin the cabbage
Money stashes up in the mattress, fuckin the actress
Bless her finger with ten carats, leather giraffe it
my suit fabrics, silk smooth shoes jurassic
Rip everything from new to classic
Bulletproof jackets that move drastic
Package the her-on in blue plastic
Who blew the racket? G. Luciano with the drug traffic
Homicide’s a thug habit let your crew have it
KOOL G RAP feat. BIG DADDY KANE
“#1 with a bullet”
BIG DADDY KANE
A one man gang to bring the bang
so the next nigga can’t even hang, yang yang yang yang
You know my style, and know my pedigree
You can ask Sadaam Hussein about me
I’m never to let a brother bass
And if you bring on a crew, I hope the bitches saw Scarface
Cause I’ma send em to the morgue
Six feet under, gettin their mail from the groundhog
Cause I’m the wrong brother to push
When put to the test, I go to war like George Bush
And I got apartments to give
the landlord of the morgue, now who need a place to live?
I’m rough and tough, the man on the scene
The baddest the maddest, you know the routine
I flip and rip, to set the rank
The coolest in rulin the gangsta lean
I got my gat to your dome and I’ma pull it
I’m number motherfuckin one with a bullet
KOOL G RAP feat. BIG DADDY KANE
“#1 with a bullet”
KOOL G RAP
The last time I caught a body it was recent
Gimme a HK, four banana clips, and I’ll take on a precinct
Yeah, the murder rate is on the rise, with niggaz like me
steady poppin niggaz are droppin like flies
To get em up when I hit em I hit em hard,
there’ll be no get well card
Niggaz straight to the motherfuckin graveyard
Cause Nino want to get em done
Me pickin the one and lickin em up and hit em up for fun
He thought them bullet hit me but him didn’t get none
You better run son, because me beginnin to get the gun
Yo, murder me, you musta heard of me
And if you get rushed to emergency, I’m shootin niggaz in surgery
Another nigga life is took
I’ll be at your wake motherfucker signin my name on that book
Inside the morgue another body freezes
It’s one more bitch nigga that was sent to meet Jesus
“Come on down!” “Whassup nigga?”
No ambulence, just paramedics scrapin your brains off the street
So yeah motherfucker come get a taste
Cause I’ma give your punk ass my two in face and beat the case
My finger’s on the trigger, I’ma pull it
So now you know that Kool G. Rap is number one with a bullet
Big Daddy Kane, Tupac, Biggie, Scoob Lover, Shyhiem Freestyle
Hold up cee..
Now whats the bullshit niggaz been saying
Dont try to act like martin now with that I was just playin!
No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap dont meant that youre catchin wreck with me
Step to this Ill give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can come next to me
No, thats a tattle, cause I cant count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, lest youre gonna rob me
Like they did, whittaker when he fought chavez
Cause when it comes to goin against kane rappin
Thats like a pimp trying to pull a nun, aint nuttin happenin
Non resistable, non compatible
Im not saying Im the best, Im just saying Im fuckin incredible
And lets just get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon sound good
I’ll put it to you wit pain
I’ll put it to you plain
I pop a few passengers on a Pan-am plane
my people call me crackpot
cuz I put packs in the pot
get it poppin like Pac
I was placed in the PJs
no pot to pee in
I get Poed wit my P.O.
gimme pots to pee in
I got pills placed in the pen
3 cases pending
I will penetrate thru ya chestplate
no playin pretending
ya preschool poets are pitiful
ya playin with no principle
put out public school
I’ll put a pencil in the principal
plea bargain my premeditated palmin my penis
you prolly wit po-po
and participate wit some penis
I part thru ya people
like pardon Pa it’s a problem
they probably plenty praying
or laying playin possum
make police police park cars
snap pictures on parts of em
pull punks pop pellets
you punks want no part of him period
Koog G. Rap – The Letter P
SWAY & TECH feat. BIG DADDY KANE, CHINO XL & KOOL G RAP
“3 to the dome”
BIG DADDY KANE
Uh-huh, you in the perils of the lyrical heroes
That rule just like the pharoahes
Robert DeNiro’s got it covered just like sombreros
Seek shelter, here comes the warpath
Anyone who’s tryin to reign, I change the whole forecast
If I slip, half a herd he learned
This murder he earned ?in turn? ? turned his body to third-degree burns
You’re purely pathetic, I won’t let it
And once I set it, the after-party’s in the paramedics
Vulgars, come back when you’re older
Talkin like you’re grown, you cats is small soldiers
Enough of them as the god muscle in, it’s puzzlin
You couldn’t carry weight if you was hustlin
Style ain’t even de-cent, them not gonna squeeze none
Please dun, give me one rea-son
What I, say in a verse will be slayin you worse
As I wet em up just for the sake of obeying my thirst
Anytime anywhere, without any fair
I’ll do it with any hair, what da deal, ain’t he there? wha what
What I do will be crucially brutally
Usually legal and rippin stupidly, ain’t nuttin new to me
What I spit attract felons, crack melons
Leave the chickenheads back swellin
Game tight wit the way I’m livin
I bag birds and I stuff em like Thanksgiving
My bad self, get more love than tennis
From New York to Venice
Black as a dentist here to represent to live wit the menace
To win the apprentice, if your heart shows stealth
You better watch yo’ self before I stop yo’ health
Cuz then the props here baby, you ain’t gettin
You better recognize, the true and livin
You played yourself fast, put two quarters in your ass
What I meant? Arcades done went up to fifty cent
SWAY & TECH feat. BIG DADDY KANE, CHINO XL & KOOL G RAP
“3 to the dome”
KOOL G RAP
The Godfather saga, hit you dead in the chest like shots of Vodka
Funer-als crowded like soccer while I’m watchin opera
Last like Sinatra, blast like Binaca
Binoculars is how I’m watchin droppin from the chopper
Mafia imposter
You’re left for dead wit your face inside of your plate of pasta
?Freddy in a hasa?, salute to my crew to prosper (salute)
You know how we do, we icepick the boulder
You get dabbed over glasses of ice wit the Bolla
Blood on your shoulder, make costra nostra
Keepin the heater wit the toasters
Dough in the sofa, cashmeres and gator loafers
We bullet-proof the Rovers, pimp-smack you sober
Our whole crew is ?skippin? lieutenants and soldiers
Flip on you the way Montana did to Minola
Condition vulgar holdin on blowers older than Yoda
Leave bad odors when we give cobras crystal like Yoga
Colder than the caps that’s in the Polar, bubble like soda
?Been in Egypt for loader foreliners over?
Cross me, cut our your momma’s ovaries
Kid you know the steez, have your wake smellin like potpourri
On the low-key, ship keys to over-seas
My shit gets sold quicker than groceries
K-double-O-L-and-G, you know it’s me
wow an epic post. i love it
BIG DADDY KANE
“warm it up, kane”
Come, get some, you little bum
I take the cake but you can’t get a crumb
from the poetic, authentic, superior
Ultimate – and all that good shit
I’m the original, Asiatic, acrobatic
There you have it, now get dramatic
Creatin drama when I’m on the scene
And I pack em in mean, like Bruce Springsteen
I profile a style that’s mild and meanwhile
put on trial a rap pile to exile
Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLE
And I’m still calm and humble
You need another helpin hand to swing on
I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on
your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey
Starsky and Hutch, but they still can’t face me
And if may make this one thing here clear
that’s for you not to come near, PERIOD
So I ain’t buggin or delirious
My swift tongue’s like a sword, that’s how severe it is
And I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MC
that thought he was nice into Minute Rice
Single-handed, I ain’t with that band stuff
Cause Cee’ll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff
And the mic I ravage, not like a savage
but in my own way of doin damage
As I design the genuine line
Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine?
MOBB DEEP feat. KOOL G RAP
“the realest”
Yo When the gats reveal
You cats get peeled and that’s the deal
Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real
When the slugs burst
G.Rap be aiming at your mug first
Niggas is blood thirst
We’ll see who get plugged worst
We dug earth
The place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial
Bullets ain’t racial kid the only hate you
My nine will seem like it’s a time machine B.C. date you
Jacking you more than ripper
My fifth’s an organ shifter
The human organism lifter
You’ll be hearing organs
If ya leaving orphans, If ya
Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya
A fork pitcher
To bump heads with those that dump lead
Accurate shot in back of your knot
Leave you one dead G.Rap,Havoc and Prodigy
Let’s put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun
Yo if it gotta be,it gotta be
KoolG Rap & Kane two of the realest that ever done it…one of them is my cousin (no lie, I never met him in person but maybe at the next family reunion) guess which one?
G Rap takes it with that verse from the Realest…Always thought that was one of his nicer verses.
As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard
Thinkin’ how hard it was to those that starred
In the movies portrayin’ the roles
Of butlers and maids slaves and hoes
Many intelligent Black men seemed to look uncivilized
When on the screen
Like a guess I figure you to play some jigaboo
On the plantation, what else can a nigger do
And Black women in this profession
As for playin’ a lawyer, out of the question
For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term
Even if now she got a perm
So let’s make our own movies like Spike Lee
Cause the roles being offered don’t strike me
There’s nothing that the Black man could use to earn
Burn Hollywood burn
Burn Hollywood Burn – Public Enemy ft. Ice Cube and Big Daddy Kane