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Doug E Fresh: (talking)Someone say Who that cat Runnin' through thatAsk how he do thatEasy.(beat boxing)Who that cat Runnin' throught thatAsk how he do that easy.(beat boxing)Yo whats up yall' this is Doug E. Fresh, and I got my boy Big Daddy Kane, and KRS-One is in hereAnd Game [Game: yeah], matter fact Game you know what [Game: yeah]Game: Razor sharp My flow is like a crip and blood fightin' in the park, come to Compton swim with the sharks. I know the real kings of New York, That make me five boroughThorough pass me the torch. A young KaneI'm insane my membrane has the capacity to jack rappers and take chains,A lot of fake KRS' a lot of fake Game's,I'ma cash in on you n****s and make change.SongtexteLittle ass dogs I'm a Great DaneProduct of hip hop like spray paint on a freight trainAnd while you n****s tried to make Kane,I made Kane While Kane playin' on that little tape thang, I got my first boom box in 85' Carrying that heavy mothe f****r I was maybe 5, Or maybe 6, So what I'm tryin' to tell you Is I've been fucking with hip-hop since the 80's bitch.Chorus:KRS-One spits like...Doug Fresh beat box like rhaaaAnd you know that kane spit like... And that's the reason game spit like...KRS-One spits like... Doug Fresh beat box like rhaaaAnd you know that kane spit like... And that's the reason game spit like...KRS-One: Rappers don't like when KRS on tour Cause when I rhyme they wrist don't glist no moreAll you see is that dark ___? And these rappers promoting all this rape and warI'm ignorant when I'm on tourThey say I'm down to irk? cause I put rappers brains on the floorYou heard that song chicken noodle soup Thats what you head gon' look like in the back of your coupeLike some one threw up in your rear viewAfter you battle KRS-One no ones ever gonna wanna hear youNotice the style of music you loose itI'll scald your face like them cats in HoustonYou know it's funny how you love to talk But still stuck in the hood I rose above New York I be in the Bronx eating pounds of kush?Your like a fag in front of the pussy beating around the bush.ChorusBig Daddy Kane:Hey yoYou ain't got no other choice but to like it or love itWhen you see me with the game it's nothing like Michael DouglassThe black costa knowsta?He who got the mostaThe toxic flows and yall' lames is not supposed taI spit it clearly My styles the shitterary? When I write about cats it's called obituaries I never fuck with lame so don't bring that n***a near meI'm universal Your deafest jam is a subsidiary One question playa who want seeThere really somethin' real spit it two blunt leafI locked down the East and opened new countryAnd ran through the West when it was mostly 2-1-3 (chhhhh)Look om? I took one to Brook non? I look calm but I gotta enough hoods to start a crook farm?The guard? is in the buildin and yes problems When yall find chicks all I do is test drive em'Chorus:Doug E. Fresh: (talking)Uh, now let em tell yall' something See this whole thing came together in a special way, ya know what I meanA very very special wayYou just got the legends man, togetherAnd you just created...a whole nother' levelBecause on the real...game straight up talk...from an MC perspective BYou are definitely...official, a legend and respected because you come from the heartAnd that's what a real MC doNo matter what And this was all just one night in the studio man jus hanging outThat's what we did Thats what happenedAnd you know (beat boxing)This is real man(beat boxing)This is all day(beat boxing)This is hip hop(beat boxing) Til the very last drop uhAnd let me tell ya' the last thing, imma' tell ya'It's about original creation, from the heartSee an MCKnows withoutEverTryin' to be somebody elseJust do you thing And it will always work out(beat boxing)Do that easy(beat boxing)All right game that's it man Aus Songtexte Mania