[Minister Farrakhan]

So out of the MERCY of Allah

and the LAW, written in our nature

We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence

And when that individual, I make, NO apologies

for what I'm about to say

[Big Daddy Kane]

Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill

to obey okay so let the man build

words of rapture that you have to capture

And I just slapped ya

with the hand full of literature

that's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw

Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase

Competition you must be on freebase

Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken

Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!

Cause I got a strangehold

You're still cold off the road for the role you stole

Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out

Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out

I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller

I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a

mic like a hammer, and drop grammar

Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him

Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute

They get the boot and played like a flute

so just PLAY mute, don't even whisper

Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya

Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue

Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady

In other words, you're half-steppin'

Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon

is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun

But when it come to hype rhymes I got one

Just like the album is still the same

_Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed

I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill

to fill your grill so don't tell me you're real

We sample beats, you sue and try to figh