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I don't care who first or who last
I just know y'all betta rock dis at da
Drop of a dime baby
(Renaissance )
I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do
But you got to be finished befo' the music is through
I don't think they heard me hold up
So here we go now
It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene
Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
I was formed with my principles
Way I displayed
When I used to cool out
Where all the other kids played
Cause I was way too ill
I would hone my skill
Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill
Right there on Farmers Boulevard
I made my mark
Two dudes brothers would dip from us
Me and NARCS
And then my legend would grow on the A-train line
Where rappers would gather to see
My blowin nicks and dimes
It was me Big Pete Tanya and Sa-
When in the heat of the cipher I was not liable
For all the casualties of the dutty MCs'
I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head we gon' rock the dead
Night of the living MCs' the weak ones fled
C'mon Bus
Yo yo God body wise intellegence
Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants
My beloved respect my benevolence
Comin like missles the issue is this
Be the sh*t you can't rebel against
Then I sniff out you niggas
That be hidin in bushes - whassup
And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses
Shut the f**k up
Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards
As I spit stickin out my tongue like an iguana lizard
At you corny niggas Animal Planet rap Wildlife
Stabbin you in yo' back wild nice (Ahhhh )
While I hunt and eat you niggas like food
Leavin you bleedin
BEATS - rattle the speakers
Like some buffalo stampedin
If you don't understand what I'm sayin
Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY
Beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha )
B**ches know when I spit I be seducin 'em
Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem
The Renaissance *echoes*
WHOOO that Busta Rhymes right there
I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here
Where Raekwon at
Aiyyo aiyyo squeezin Johnny Walker
Neck up in the Benzo freezin
The head-long cock block pumpin is easy
Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms
Louie luggages is bronze
A big bag of D Happy Kwanz'
Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays
One line from miss'll have you leanin like roach spray
Poison up on holstery
My boys in Mrs our choice
Booklyn Shaolin whylin in the Royces
Old Gold at the Golden Globes
My robe hitin the cement
Chef in the buildin yep and he been
A thousand one goons at the Rumba
Certified clients ** money and sum'thin up giants
Yo it's the Tarzan coc*ine clan in the area
Guerrillas in Louie hats the more the merrier
Take mines take a hunnid nines
We be runnin out of rhymes never bullets
Try to front and you mines
Renaissance
(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE )
A-go off
Let me spaz let me spaz (c'mon)
Though they call me Weezy F you gon let me pass
So ahead of my time with my next week a**
Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash
And I do it for the killers and the hunnid dolla billas
And from now on
I don't think you should stunt without a million -
Dollars in the bank
I got money in the bank
Now throw yo' hands in the air
If yo' p**sy don't stank
You got a bullet and a shank
I got a bullet and a tank
I got fur in my boots
And the hoody on the minks
Stop sweatin me
You should follow me I'm directin it
Other fools break it down I be dissectin it
EVER since I made it up out of middle America
Err'body wanna be in my genital area
Butcha better stay away from my chemical barrier
Weezy baby straight out the Cesarean NUGGUH
(What's it called man )
Oh yeah...(Hah )
"Renaissance Rap"
MAN I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more
Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
Lemme see who you have
Now you have Q-Tip you have Busta Rhymes
You have Raekwon the Chef
You had Lil Wayne on here
Man I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo'
Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
I just said get a lil'
Somethin before the beats GO
