I seize and freeze MC’s with these degreesPut me to my knees, or at ease, chillllld pleaseI break it down, to bring on the next actRappers are so full of shit, they need Ex-LaxSo stop griffin, your mind is driftinPrepare yourself cause I get swift andcaptivate the crowd but you can’t understandAt times I gotta say to myself, “God damn!”As I get hot, and still be gettin warmerAnd I don’t have beef with no other performerKeep to myself never bother anotherBut if a rapper tries to diss I crush the motherfucker!Frontin MC’s that be tryin to ripneed to save it, and don’t even play witme when I react like a volcano eruptinI step to you and say, “Now what’s up?” thenevery word’ll be just like surgeryCuttin you open so rush to emergencyOr even bow to your knees and bend loOr get played like a game of NintendoJ-O-K-E-S ain’t my styleI ain’t a child that’s why I don’t smileI combine a line designed to find behind the mindso devine the other rappers resignAs I go on, from night to mornBeginning to end, from Knowledge, to BornWhenever rappers are lookin for staticLooks like a job for King AsiaticEn..Nem..Meez – and  competitorsThen again, it might just be better tojust slow down you don’t wanna throwdownI get busy, get you dizzy like a merry-go-roundFeel the wrath of a Big Daddy war rhymeAnd competition, prepare for wartimeBe alert for where I drop the bomb atAs I destroy you in mortal combat

Burn Hollywood Burn – Public Enemy ft. Ice Cube and Big Daddy Kane

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

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?

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

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

Koog G. Rap – The Letter P

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

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

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

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

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!

KGR – Nobody Can’t Eat

BDK – It’s a Big Daddy Thing

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

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

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