featuring Masta Ase Big Daddy Kane G Rap Craig G Daddy Shane

(Masta Ase)

I'm about to run run a race wit the rhythm

If you know the bass steps dance do it wit em

Gotta clock g's 'cause the g's worth a thousand

When I kick these types of rhymes I'll be housing

All I wanna be gonna be big shotties

Brothers ain't wit it then I do it for the hotties

But I know they wit it 'cause they know I ain't a phony

And it feels good like Tony, Toni, Tone

And I like to kick a rhyme, rhyme for the people

Wanna reach the top, climb, climb to the steeple

Top to high, well you best get a ladder

Say you're from the slum, well chum it don't matter

Forget where your from, it's all about where you're going

My name is Masta Ase and I don't tip toeing

Never saw fall, lose my grip, or take a slip

Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip

But not to my Loo, I never play hopscotch

Music man baby and the rhymes are top notch

Gotta try to uplift, lift the ghetto dweller

I try my best to never riff, riff wit a fellow

My brother sometimes trys to play it like tennis

Dennis, time to pull teeth like a dentist

Oh brother, brother, please don't play it

The rhyme is prime everytime that I say it

Actions in effect, nothing change but the weather

Juice crew, nah, but we still rock together

Craig G

(Yo, I believe that's me)

Hey yo, Craig G

(Yo, I believe that's me)

Hey yo, Craig G

(Yo man I believe that's me)

Kick it 1,2,3

(Craig G)

Yo, once again a brother's back to attract many age groups

Sporting green and baige boots popping like the hula hoop

You step to me and