Verse One: Big Daddy Kane
 When I'm in motion it's just like the flow of the ocean
 The weight of the words swerve and curve
 My style flexes bigger than the state of Texas
 Quick as a Lambourghini, smooth as a Lexus
 I guess that makes me the top of the line
 Oh yes I'm the most prime of all time
 Cause as soon as I pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start
 to flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn't stop me from going
 On with the rapture, so that I can capture
 your mind with state of the art music made to adap to
 To knowledge the God on the groove
 Because when my tongue moves I just loooove that I'm smooth
 Do it with these and in times I leave reas
 to give em a little of thje flavor that please
 As I, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the
 gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and
 jammin and slammin and damn it's
 Too much for one mind to comprehend
 A pure blend, the way that I make words mend
 And, the way that I be doin rappers in
 Michael Bivins couldn't make these Boyz II Men
 I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the
 average MC, the tough ones I'll burn third degree
 And if you're thinkin that I'm takin a beatin
 You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin

 Verse Two: Q-Tip

 I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker
 When I get my ride, I be the grill squawker
 Tip's a smooth talker, I love Alice Walker
 So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker
 Better yet you hooker, you wanna show I book ya
 The highest way I took ya, is youse a good looker
 Queens is residential, I make the presidentials
 Over instrumentals, I utilize the mentals
 First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
 If you wnet in by yourself it was a terror
 See, I could do that cause my crew is kinda phat
 Outside we had the toolies, out West you call em gats
 It's that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit
 Bring your bats and balls and please don't forfeit
 Cause you won't get away, your status will be stank
 You can ride with me G I'm goin to the bank
 To meet up with Kane, up on Dollar Lane
 You get the idea, cause page times is near
 So rappers see they bug cause they really can't handle
 Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin
 Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil
 The three different flavors, you know we on the level

 Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

 Check it out, uhh! As I come down and get dumb
 Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum
 Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how
 I react, Busta Rhymes will attack
 As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain
 gotta make a mega migraine
 Whattup? To the Big Daddy and Tip
 My trip, flip the rhyme, then I dip
 Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude
 Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed
 This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors
 on a young raider choc well that's my vocal fader
 Keep my volume on extra boom!
 All the braids in my neck symbolizes that I want room
 Word up, huh! Here I am, damn
 Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer
 This jam will be ran while the record flim flam
 WIggle your front pram, to the runnin man
 Sam, Busta, Rhymes, comin on time
 L.O.N.S. did, rip a new design
 Flavor one, taste the unborn baby
 Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby
 CHiggy change chump, the oversized puff
 Busta pump you and the love, and then I rump
 Emotional stter point, for the wild
 Busta buckwild musically direct from Strong Isle
 Unload, catch you like smell later
 Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrRHHH
 RARRARRRRH! Direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh