Big Apple Urban Dance Squad

MC, remember the day you were hype
In Europe you heard the first dose of rhyme
It shivered your spine, the music was fine, I suppose
It made you presumptuous, you can't come close to a cigar
No superstar 'cause you copy
Make a cliche what they say in USA, MC
Don't believe, rub your eyes a clear vision
You're lucky in your zone, no US collision
Now, make that decision to cross the ocean
Rap your tracks, they smack, before you have a notion
'Cause all originals gotta be original
Make 'em say "European style is typical"
No bite or snatches, big apple's a temple
Now make your own, you know the example, the Big

Big Apple, it's only an example, Big Apple
Big Apple, it's only an example, Big Apple

[KRS-One excerpt]
Ya gotta have style, style, st-style, in order to be ori-i-i-iginal
Ya gotta have style, style, st-style, in order to be ori-i-i-iginal

The rhyme specter haunts like a corrector
My hate of imitating MCs is the factor
You see, I take a walk around in my hometown
Visit now and then clubs underground
See them walk around blowing their mouths off
They can't hang, so why hang around son
Not learning, no progress about the past
Stuck with old school, old wax, all that jazz, well, the Big