Name: The Symphony
Duration: 6 min 4 s
Description: Слушайте песню The Symphony - Marley Marl, Big Daddy Kane, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Masta Ace онлайн с альбома In Control Volume 1 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 6:04. Год выхода - 1988

In Control Volume 1

Marley Marl

Craig G

Droppin' Science

Heavy D

Biz Markie

We Wriite The Songs

Tragedy

The Rebel

Masta Ace

The Action

Keep Your Eyes On The Prize

Live Motivator

Duck Alert

Simon Says

MC Shan

Freedom

Roxanne Shanté

Wack It

Big Daddy Kane

Kool G Rap

The Symphony

Hip-Hop

But I know that, y'all just better rock this at the drop of a dime, baby

I don't know what y'all gon' do with this, but it got to be funky

It got to be funky if you're gonna be on it

I don't care who start, I don't care what y'all do

But you got to be finished before the music is through

Listen closely, so your attention's undivided

Many in the past have tried to do what I did

But just the way I came off then, I'm gonna come off

Stronger and longer, even with the drum off

I keep on goin' and flowin' just like a river

I got a whole lot to give, so I'ma give a

I am the man in charge and I've been plannin'

A jam strong enough that it can lift your soul

I'm the originator and my rhymes are made of gold

Once you hear the capital "A" rap, it'll stay

Unless you force it, because it stays with you, my friend

And if you toss it away, I'ma hit ya again

I project my voice so it's right in the crowd

There's a sign at the door: no bitin' allowed

And if you didn't read it, I suggest you do so

Sleep if ya wanna, go 'head, get some shut-eye

Say on the microphone, you shoulda left it alone

And never will I ever condone bitin' in any form

Yo, I only warn, that verse was the calm, now here's the storm

Craig G, light up the mic for the symphony

This jam is dedicated to all unoptimistics

That thought I wasn't comin' out with some exquisite rhymes

To kill all the rumors and straighten the facts of me

But you jumped on the tip when you heard me and the Juice Crew

You said, "mmm-mmm-mmm, ain't that somethin'?

Yo, Craig, I heard you in that jam, and it's pumpin'!

Can I have your autograph for me and my grandma?"

Don't even sleep, try not to keep your eyes closed

I'll take you over like a greedy executive

And since I have a call, I call experience

Cool G-Rap, light up the mic for the symphony

And my voice is twice as horrifyin' as Vincent Price

Goes deep, till you fell in a spell of a sleep

And while I'm countin' the money, you count sheep

When G-Rap strikes the mic, I recite the type of hype that you like

I grip up hips and zip up lips, step on reps

Take a deep breath, because you don't have another left

Comin' back like I'm avengin' my brother's death

'Cause I put out more lights in a fight than Con Edison

So, if you want rage, I'ma make front page

Read the headlines, suckers, today's the deadline

Can't kill, no solo, 'cause you're still all soft like a pillow

And don't compare me to him when you hear me

Talk about a battle but you ain't yet ready for war

Bite me or taste me, I'll show you that I got force

Run for water while I break your tape recorder

Serve the sucker, the order is manslaughter

He's rated X, that means the boy is sex, next

This is anger, madness, ready to hang a rapper or singer

Big Daddy Cane, get on the mic for the symphony

Settin' it off, lettin' it off, beginnin'

To move the groove with the smooth rap lord

Like a bottle of juice, rhymes are bein' poured

As I prepare to wear, tear and smear, then I'm outta here

'Cause rockin' a party? yo, it's a small thing

And broken down mics were the only trace is

That I'd been there and there at the party

The mic had my prints, and on it was a body

In a throwdown, clown, I'm takin' yours, son

So just acknowledge the way that I kicked it

'Cause if rap was a house, you'd be evicted

So, put a quarter in your ass, 'cause ya played yourself

Like a game in the arcade, you need a far aid

I'll attend and then begin to send a speech to reach and teach

My mouth is the gun, on suckers I pull it

The trigger, ya figure, my pockets gettin' bigger

'Cause when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my nigga!

You've got the groove, MC's, freeze, stand still, nobody move

Don't barge, 'cause goddamn, I'm livin' large

Like a giant, you're nothin' but a midget, a small digit

I reign superior, always takin' care o'ya

As the great will dominate straight to the state

You are supposed to keep goin' until the end of the record

I still hear beats, what's right out here?

When I hand you the mic, I hear Big Daddy Cane

Hey, May, hold it up, I ain't gon' give you another microphone, no more

I said, we doin' this, what happen to the bitch girl?

Слушайте песню The Symphony - Marley Marl, Big Daddy Kane, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Masta Ace онлайн с альбома In Control Volume 1 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 6:04. Год выхода - 1988

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