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Artist: Marley Marl f/ Masta Ase, Big Daddy Kane, , Craig G, Daddy Shane
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Album: Marley Marl In Control, Volume 2
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Song:
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(Masta Ase)
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I'm about to run, run a race wit the rhythm
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If you know the bass steps, dance, do it wit em
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Gotta clock g's, 'cause the g's worth a thousand
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When I kick these types of rhymes I'll be housing
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All I wanna be gonna be big shotties
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Brothers ain't wit it then I do it for the hotties
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But I know they wit it 'cause they know I ain't a phony
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And it feels good like Tony, Toni, Tone
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And I like to kick a rhyme, rhyme for the people
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Wanna reach the top, climb, climb to the steeple
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Top to high, well you best get a ladder
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Say you're from the slum, well chum it don't matter
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Forget where your from, it's all about where you're going
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My name is Masta Ase and I don't tip toeing
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Never saw fall, lose my grip, or take a slip
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Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip
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But not to my Loo, I never play hopscotch
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Music man baby and the rhymes are top notch
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Gotta try to uplift, lift the ghetto dweller
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I try my best to never riff, riff wit a fellow
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My brother sometimes trys to play it like tennis
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Dennis, time to pull teeth like a dentist
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Oh brother, brother, please don't play it
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The rhyme is prime everytime that I say it
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Actions in effect, nothing change but the weather
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Juice crew, nah, but we still rock together
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Craig G
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(Yo, I believe that's me)
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Hey yo, Craig G
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(Yo, I believe that's me)
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Hey yo, Craig G
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(Yo man I believe that's me)
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Kick it 1,2,3
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(Craig G)
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Yo, once again a brother's back to attract many age groups
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Sporting green and baige boots popping like the hula hoop
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You step to me and you'll be stepping to a death wish
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You probably thought I'm soft, of course you never met this
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I'm not a crazy man, gun token holigan
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But pass a mic to me and rappers I'll be doing in
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So, yo, hit, slide to the left a bit
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'Cause I'm about to blow up in the '90's and I bet you get
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Jelly and think of trying to do me
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I work for my spot so don't try to remove me
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'Cause I can swing a rap like a batter hits a fast ball
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Put on my track shoes and run right pass all
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All the MC's and wannabees
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Get played like a ?plumbining?, crease in your leaves
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So next time the wizard gives you soft as a heart
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Don't step to me because I rip the shit apart
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Now this ain't Mr. Rogers and I never play pretend
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So think about it chump if you step to me again
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Yo Big Daddy
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(Yo I believe that's me)
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Hey yo Big Daddy
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(Yo I believe that's me)
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Big Daddy
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(Well I guess that's me)
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1,2,3
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(Big Daddy Kane)
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Uhn, damn, it's true, I'm living mathematic
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Asiatic coming up on the microphone just like an addict
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Make the fit, 100% legit
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As soon as I hit, oh shit
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'Cause I'm gonna make the audience applaud me
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And support me and award me when they saw me
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In action wit my softy gin
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Sharpen than any other instrument
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That archeologist can't find, never known to mankind
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'Cause I'm a weird species
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And all you filthy mcnasty Mc's couldn't even see me
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You're too fragile to touch this mass style
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Girls be running up saying, oh, you're too bad child
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So save your breath and exit stage left
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But treat before you meet defeat and greet death
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you any champion that even tries to touch this
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Won't even get the key that's tied along, it's dubless
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See, I'm the wrong one to fuk wit
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Oh you still standing there
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(Yo, yo, look out duck kid)
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I'm deathing and bashing crash and smack MC's
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And enemies wit these
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'Cause I make sure everything comes out smooth
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(Lil' Daddy Shane)
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But you know your little brother must deserve his groove
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Drop something quick release a rhyme wit quickness
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To let MC's know about my existence
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Any Mc to last a minute is pure lucky
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'Cause I'm the baddest kid that you seen says ?Chuck?
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(Well Kool G Rap)
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(Yo I believe that's me)
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So G Rap
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Yo I believe that's me
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(So Kool G Rap)
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(Yo, I believe that's me)
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1,2,3
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(Kool G Rap)
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Yo, straight out the muthafuking gutter
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I open my shutter, the butt ass brothers
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And rip 'em up like a box cutter
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You brush up I pull the trigger
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