And Battling me is

KEEP IT OLDSKOOL'S 

"Lyrics from the oldskool"

 Big Daddy Kane "The Symphony"

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

Rough to the endin', you never been in

To move the groove with the smooth rap lord;

Like a bottle of juice, rhymes are being poured

Down your ear, crisp and clear

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

With a mark left that you can all cling

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

I rip many places on regular basis, and broken down mics were the only traces

That I'd been there and there at the party

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

So take caution. I'm not horsin' around 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

And dismissed from the microphone, chokin' on a bone, cause Daddy's home

And battlin' me is hazardous to your health

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

Like a game in the arcade. You need a far aid

I'm walkin' the path that Allah made

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

So just say when

So I can let lyrics blast like a bullet

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, emcees, freeze, stand still, nobody move

It's a sabotage, as I take charge. Don't barge, cause goddamn, I'm livin' large

Like a giant. You're nothin' but a midget, a small digit

You ain't hit it, forget it, quit it

I reign superior, always takin' care o'ya

No-frill rappers, you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate

As the great will dominate straight to the state

Of reignin', gainin'. So put Kane in, that category. Period. End of story