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[Marley Marl]
I don´t care who´s first and who last
But I know that y´all just better
Rock this at the drop of a dime baby
I don´t know what y´all gon´ do with this, but it got to be funky

It got to be funky if you´re gonna be on it
I don´t care who start
I don´t care what y´all do
But you got to be finished
Before the music is through
Now who´s first up to bat?

[Masta 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 then, 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 a
Little 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 lift your soul
I´m the originator, and my rhymes are made of gold
Once you hear the capital "A" rap, it´ll stay
With 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 Crusoe
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 known
That 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

[Craig G]
This jam is dedicated to all un-optimistics
That thought I wasn´t coming out with some exquisite rhymes
But that´s alright, cuz now I´m back
To kill all the rumors and straighten the facts of me
Not rockin´ rhymes like I always used to
But you jumped on the tip when you heard me and the Juice Crew
You said, "Mmm mmm mmm, ain´t that somethin?
Yo Craig, I heard 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´: on 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 is
To 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

[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
That 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 death
Makin´ veterans run for medicine
Cuz I put out more lights in a fight than Con Edison
Rip the damn cage like I´m on a rampage
So if you want rage, I´mma 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
Serve the sucker: the order is manslaughter
Another rapper, G Rap wrecks
He´s rated X, that means 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 a 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

[Big Daddy Kane]
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
Cause 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 kicked it
Cause if rap was a house, you´d be evicted
And dismissed from the microphone, chokin´ on a bone, cause Daddy´s home
And battlin´ me is hazardous to your health
So put a quarter in your ass, cause 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
Cause when it comes to money, yo, Grant´s my nigga!
You´ve got the groove, emcees, freeze, stand still, nobody move
It´s a sabotage, as I take charge. Don´t barge, cause goddamn, 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