Kool G by far, Kane just had a few ill punchlines.
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.