Come On Down

Verse one: big daddy kane

When i'm in motion it's just like the flow of the ocean

The weight of the words swerve and curve

My style flexes bigger than the state of texas

Quick as a lambourghini, smooth as a lexus

I guess that makes me the top of the line

Oh yes i'm the most prime of all time

Cause as soon as i pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start

To flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn't stop me from going

On with the rapture, so that i can capture

Your mind with state of the art music made to adap to

To knowledge the god on the groove

Because when my tongue moves i just loooove that i'm smooth

Do it with these and in times i leave reas

To give em a little of thje flavor that please

As i, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the

Gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and

Jammin and slammin and damn it's

Too much for one mind to comprehend

A pure blend, the way that i make words mend

And, the way that i be doin rappers in

Michael bivins couldn't make these boyz ii men

I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the

Average mc, the tough ones i'll burn third degree

And if you're thinkin that i'm takin a beatin

You're sure to see the pink panther speakin

Verse two: q-tip

I'm a native new yorker, i pitch a lot of porker

When i get my ride, i be the grill squawker

Tip's a smooth talker, i love alice walker

So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker

Better yet you hooker, you wanna show i book ya

The highest way i took ya, is youse a good looker

Queens is residential, i make the presidentials

Over instrumentals, i utilize the mentals

First saw big daddy at the place called union square

If you wnet in by yourself it was a terror

See, i could do that cause my crew is kinda phat

Outside we had the toolies, out west you call em gats

It's that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit

Bring your bats and balls and please don't forfeit

Cause you won't get away, your status will be stank

You can ride with me g i'm goin to the bank

To meet up with kane, up on dollar lane

You get the idea, cause page times is near

So rappers see they bug cause they really can't handle

Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin

Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil

The three different flavors, you know we on the level

Verse three: busta rhymes

Check it out, uhh! as i come down and get dumb

Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum

Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how

I react, busta rhymes will attack

As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain

Gotta make a mega migraine

Whattup? to the big daddy and tip

My trip, flip the rhyme, then i dip

Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude

Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed

This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors

On a young raider choc well that's my vocal fader

Keep my volume on extra boom!

All the braids in my neck symbolizes that i want room

Word up, huh! here i am, damn

Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer

This jam will be ran while the record flim flam

Wiggle your front pram, to the runnin man

Sam, busta, rhymes, comin on time

L.o.n.s. did, rip a new design

Flavor one, taste the unborn baby

Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby

Chiggy change chump, the oversized puff

Busta pump you and the love, and then i rump

Emotional stter point, for the wild

Busta buckwild musically direct from strong isle

Unload, catch you like smell later

Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrrhhh

Rarrarrrrh! direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh!