(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