I don't care who's first or who's last
 But I know that y'all better just drop this
 at the dro dro drop of a dime ba     baby
 [Cutlass]
 Crai Crai Craig G light up the mic
 Craig Craig Craig Craig
 Craig G light up the mic
 Craig G light up the mic for The Symphony
 Verse One: Craig G
 Ahh  Politics & Bullshit got me hectic
 Let me show y'all new rappers how to do a posse record
 Craig G-I, with the Frankie C
 U-T-L-A-Double-S, MC's get trouble
 best I flow with the the swiftness, never
 However new MC's pulled the lever, my style's much better
 Anyone can be a victim
 Empty tracks I lick sick em
 I flip em rip em and strip em of all of they pride
 As I slide, in out of these states I stay great
 What the G stand for, I'm slammin you and your
 Whole staff, style, split an atom in half
 East Coast West Coast, don't make me laugh!
 The whole America feels my wrath, ahh!
 It's like a terrier was on that ass, ahh, yeah!
 Cause nine-six ain't about jack shit
 Fuck Versacci I'm like Rocky when I'm bustin yo' lip
 Bust these metaphors for better or worse, my style burst
 your grill into itty-bitty pieces as I release, my thesis
 Uhh, Craig G, I believe that's me
 Ninetenn-eighty-five til infinity, ahhh
 [Cutlass]
 Shante!
 Sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha
 Shante!
 Shante! The baddest around
 Verse Two: Roxanne Shante
 Aiyyo, you're lost in the sauce, bitches still remain
 Useless, but when I reign bitches can't sustain
 the drama, word to momma bitch I leave you leakin
 Roxanne Shante stay creepin
 You sleepin but I stay armed, and dangerous
 No matter what your name is, bitch I make you famous


 A lot of bitches swear shit's sweet
 But when I creep I'ma lace you from your head to your fuckin feet
 Frankie Cutlass put me on so I'm back again
 Ain't nothin changed it's still the same, ain't no smilin friend
 I remember eighty-seven eighty-eight
 I was the only one gettin weight from upstate
 Gettin cake, Juice Crew All-Stars was my boys
 Runnin round town baby makin mad noise
 Backtrack turn back the page
 Live on stage, wreckin niggaz at a early age
 I was only fifteen thinkin big time
 At the time blind all my eyes saw was goldmine
 So all you fake Cristal sippin bitches
 Here's a thirty-eight bitch, click it!
 I didn't think so...
 [Cutlass]
 I be the BizMarkie
 Biz-biz-biz
 I be the BizMarkie
 BizMarkie, aoooowwwwwww!
 Verse Three: BizMarkie
 Hey hey hey, I'm the eMmmaZah-A
 Igga-R-Rrahidy-iZza-Rrahzah-K
 I don't have a big mouth just a lot to say
 So listen to my rhythm and rap display, OK
 I rock the mic to the T-O-P
 And every record that I make I make history
 Like a-oh-oh-oh, WHASSUP ([Nobody Beats the Biz]) and, ah-one two
 Is some of the things that I used to do, but
 Right about now I got a different flow
 I rock from New York City to Mexico
 From England Australia back to Japan
 They know I'm Mista Magic Cool with the mic in my hand
 So, you know I got more rhymes than Mohammed Ali
 That's why my name rings bells internationally
 Never neglected well protected as an MC yet
 I'm, super duper with the rhymes I invent
 Big Daddy Kane, you know you're part of the staff
 Get on the mic, get on the mic god damnit
 Get on the mic on my behallllllllllllllllllllf, waaoooowowwww!!
 [Cutlass]
 The-the-the name Kane is superious to many people
 Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane
 Tell me what you see, and uhh, vectorize
 When you, check your eyes, baby, recognize, it's the
 Rawest chump to make the verse in the chorus pump
 With rhymes skills to be retarded like Forrest Gump
 Now feel the pain runnin through your chest area
 Thoughts of the attack it got you fearin the
 bodily abuse, that you phony niggaz makin me produce
 Warfare put to use, fuck all that, just turn me loose
 Huh, and this is for those who don't know the half
 I wanna see just how well you know your math
 Now, in case a nigga wanna get out of line
 Just tell me how many times does sixteen go into nine
 See, a lot of you rappers like to front as if you're ruthless
 But, when I'm around you make all kind of excuses
 Like, I just remembered yo my niece need diapers kid
 Plus I got homework bible-study all types of shit
 Boo-yaka, any fuckin tune to ya
 King Asiatic, tell me what we gonna do wit ya
 One more thing, the next example one of you niggaz is bout to be it
 Now close your eyes tight cause trust me you don't want to see it
 *echoes