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letra de the cypher - juice crew

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

[cutl-ss]
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 & bullsh-t 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 l!ck 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 -ss, ahh, yeah!
cause nine-six ain’t about jack sh-t
f-ck 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

[cutl-ss]
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, b-tches still remain
useless, but when i reign b-tches can’t sustain
the drama, word to momma b-tch i leave you leakin
roxanne shante stay creepin
you sleepin but i stay armed, and dangerous
no matter what your name is, b-tch i make you famous
a lot of b-tches swear sh-t’s sweet
but when i creep i’ma lace you from your head to your f-ckin feet
frankie cutl-ss 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 n-ggas 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 b-tches
here’s a thirty-eight b-tch, cl!ck it!
i didn’t think so…

[cutl-ss]
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, wh-ssup ([n0body 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 j-pan
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 d-mnit
get on the mic on my behallllllllllllllllllllf, waaoooowowwww!!

[cutl-ss]
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 sk!lls to be r-t-rded 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 n-ggas makin me produce
warfare put to use, f-ck 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 n-gga 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 sh-t
boo-yaka, any f-ckin tune to ya
king asiatic, tell me what we gonna do wit ya
one more thing, the next example one of you n-ggas is bout to be it
now close your eyes tight cause trust me you don’t want to see it -echoes-

- juice crew

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