[Intro: Big L]
Yo, one-two, one-two, go 'head, you can drop it
Yeah, one-two one-two
I go by the name of the Big L, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Rock this with Rock N. Wills, the hardpack tape
Aight, it go like this
[Verse 1: Big L]
A-yo, I got the gift of gab to lift and grab
The mic and recite hype rhymes that’ll rip and rag and drag
A fag MC who likes to nag a lot and brag a lot
Talkin’ about the lyrics that he have are hot
Step to this and get lit like a candle, troop
Rhymes I hook up, MC's I cook up like Campbell’s Soup
I throw rhymes like a quarterback
Front and you’ll get bust and dust and crushed
Bum rushed and all of that
Rhymes never sound whack ‘cause I got ‘em down pat
Your rulin’ time is over, so gimme yo' crown, jack
I get hype fast and MC's might last
A minute with me, because their rhymes are light as a feather
And mines are heavy like a big brick
Rappers catch a fit quick when I start to kick shit
And I record my battles on a camcorder
So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter
MC's that tried to get wit’ me, hops
That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box
The crown is still mine 'cause I kick ill rhymes
A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time
Or beat eggs or whip cream
I'm smoother than Vaseline
And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend
A lot of new jacks are comin' out, but that's cool
'Cause I'm the principal of the new school
Yo, one-two, one-two, go 'head, you can drop it
Yeah, one-two one-two
I go by the name of the Big L, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Rock this with Rock N. Wills, the hardpack tape
Aight, it go like this
[Verse 1: Big L]
A-yo, I got the gift of gab to lift and grab
The mic and recite hype rhymes that’ll rip and rag and drag
A fag MC who likes to nag a lot and brag a lot
Talkin’ about the lyrics that he have are hot
Step to this and get lit like a candle, troop
Rhymes I hook up, MC's I cook up like Campbell’s Soup
I throw rhymes like a quarterback
Front and you’ll get bust and dust and crushed
Bum rushed and all of that
Rhymes never sound whack ‘cause I got ‘em down pat
Your rulin’ time is over, so gimme yo' crown, jack
I get hype fast and MC's might last
A minute with me, because their rhymes are light as a feather
And mines are heavy like a big brick
Rappers catch a fit quick when I start to kick shit
And I record my battles on a camcorder
So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter
MC's that tried to get wit’ me, hops
That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box
The crown is still mine 'cause I kick ill rhymes
A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time
Or beat eggs or whip cream
I'm smoother than Vaseline
And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend
A lot of new jacks are comin' out, but that's cool
'Cause I'm the principal of the new school
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