(Masta Ase)
 I'm about to run  run a race wit the rhythm
 If you know the bass steps  dance  do it wit em
 Gotta clock g's  'cause the g's worth a thousand
 When I kick these types of rhymes I'll be housing
 All I wanna be gonna be big shotties
 Brothers ain't wit it then I do it for the hotties
 But I know they wit it 'cause they know I ain't a phony
 And it feels good like Tony, Toni, Tone
 And I like to kick a rhyme, rhyme for the people
 Wanna reach the top, climb, climb to the steeple
 Top to high, well you best get a ladder
 Say you're from the slum, well chum it don't matter
 Forget where your from, it's all about where you're going
 My name is Masta Ase and I don't tip toeing
 Never saw fall, lose my grip, or take a slip
 Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip
 But not to my Loo, I never play hopscotch
 Music man baby and the rhymes are top notch
 Gotta try to uplift, lift the ghetto dweller
 I try my best to never riff, riff wit a fellow
 My brother sometimes trys to play it like tennis
 Dennis, time to pull teeth like a dentist
 Oh brother, brother, please don't play it
 The rhyme is prime everytime that I say it
 Actions in effect, nothing change but the weather
 Juice crew, nah, but we still rock together
 Craig G
 (Yo, I believe that's me)
 Hey yo, Craig G
 (Yo, I believe that's me)
 Hey yo, Craig G
 (Yo man I believe that's me)
 Kick it 1,2,3

 (Craig G)

 Yo, once again a brother's back to attract many age groups
 Sporting green and baige boots popping like the hula hoop
 You step to me and you'll be stepping to a death wish
 You probably thought I'm soft, of course you never met this
 I'm not a crazy man, gun token holigan
 But pass a mic to me and rappers I'll be doing in
 So, yo, hit, slide to the left a bit
 'Cause I'm about to blow up in the '90's and I bet you get
 Jelly and think of trying to do me
 I work for my spot so don't try to remove me
 'Cause I can swing a rap like a batter hits a fast ball
 Put on my track shoes and run right pass all
 All the MC's and wannabees
 Get played like a ?plumbining?, crease in your leaves
 So next time the wizard gives you soft as a heart
 Don't step to me because I rip the shit apart
 Now this ain't Mr. Rogers and I never play pretend
 So think about it chump if you step to me again
 Yo Big Daddy
 (Yo I believe that's me)
 Hey yo Big Daddy
 (Yo I believe that's me)
 Big Daddy
 (Well I guess that's me)
 1,2,3

 (Big Daddy Kane)

 Uhn, damn, it's true, I'm living mathematic
 Asiatic coming up on the microphone just like an addict