Lyrics

Big Daddy Kane
"young gifted and black" Long Live the Kane ain't a damn thing changed
I still get ill and kill at will
and build the skill to fill your grill
so don't tell me you're real
We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us
Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!
If we didn't revive em, bring back alive old beats that we appreciated,
you wouldn't survive You'd be another memory to us
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

"'95 freestyle"Just cause you rap don't mean that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow

"Mackula"Now boy you know you need your ass whipped
For holdin on her hand as if you're goin on some first grade class trip
You feel unable, to keep her in your stable
As she listens to the bubbly that's poppin at the next table
Life's finer things, victory is mine again
You're tryin to win, but got to come way better than those Hieneken's
She feel amazed by the game that I be using And now she choosin
And you done came up as the one that's losin
The smooth crimin-al as I muscle in Grand theft hustlin, Mackula, he done struck again



Guru
"I'm The Man" I'm Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal
mc's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle
I'm aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps
cuz their rhymes don't flow and their beats don't pump

"sabotage" Knew this kid named Ronnie, used to make cash with Caesar
They made a lot of money back in the 80's crack fever
Caesar was an overachiever, a kingpin and 18-and-a-half
He got knocked and left Ronnie to watch the team and the stash
Plus his crib, his jewels, his whip and his girl
And Ronnie's self-interests had him livin in a different world
He rocked Caesar's chains, he put Caesar's rings
Smokin mad wools all day, with Caesar's change
Not to mention he pushed up on Caesar's wifey
A move like that my man, extremely sheisty
It all got back to Caesar in the bing
They found Ronnie's body in the playground by the swings



Slick Rick
"I own America"Why you tryin to find shit to lick with?
Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick
While you pretend to be glory
I'M number one, that's the end of the story
... A smash rippin up the place, give the Mack a taste
I wipe my ASS with a rapper's face
Cars come to a dead stop
Rain finds ways not to drop on my head top

"Children's Story"They did the job, money came with ease
but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha
tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, he said "Keep still, boy, no need for static"
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap, but little did he know the lil' boy was strapped
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me ?"
the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigga"

"La Di DA DI" And on and on and on she kept on
The bitch been around before my mother's born
I said, "Cheer up!" I gave her a kiss
I said, "You can't have me I'm too young for you miss"
She said, "No you're not," then she starts crying
I says, "I'm nineteen", she says, "Stop lying!"
I said, "I am -- go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover!



Nas
"The World Is Yours"I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow

"Life's A Bitch" I switched my motto 'stead of saying "fuck tomorrow"
"That buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto"

"Halftime"I drop jewels where jewels hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach

"One Love" Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same shit is goin on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking hold,
check out the story yesterday when I was walking
the nigga you shot last year tried to appear
like he hurtin' something word to mother, i heard him fronting



Canibus
"Dr. C PHD"Diss you and your man, double the beef
To tell you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was weak
'Round the outside' blah, blah, et cetera, et cetera
The body of my literature is bigger than South America
Nigga look, this is all I gots to say
Suck my P-H-D-I-C-K!"

"Genabis"The following audio propogates the possible truth For proof
I'm the illest so the choice is not unto you
See the standard ideological definition of a rap model
Its Canibus scholarly periodicals
The article is substantially impressive, more then a message
A working thesis from several different perspectives
The Rosetta stone of sentences
For rap music's tentative
Enter apprentices
This is Genabis

"2000 B.C." So in the ring, you cannot win
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin
...I verbally burn a nigga, Lyrically hurt a nigga,
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga,
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man? Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man