[Intro: Q-Tip (imitating Marley Marl)]
I don't care who first or who last
I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance…) I don't care what y'all say or what y'all do
But you got to be finished before the music is through
I don't think they heard me, hold up…
So here we go, now
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene
Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
I was formed with my principles, way I displayed
When I used to cool out where all the other kids played
‘Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my skill
Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill
Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark
Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS
And then my legend would grow on the A-train line
Where rappers would gather to see me blowin' nicks and dimes
It was me, Big Pete, Tanya, and Sir Ibu
When in the heat of the cypher, I was not liable
For all the casualties of the dutty MCs
I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in your head, we gon' rock the dead
Night of the living MC's, the weak ones fled; c'mon Bus…
I don't care who first or who last
I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance…) I don't care what y'all say or what y'all do
But you got to be finished before the music is through
I don't think they heard me, hold up…
So here we go, now
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene
Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
I was formed with my principles, way I displayed
When I used to cool out where all the other kids played
‘Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my skill
Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill
Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark
Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS
And then my legend would grow on the A-train line
Where rappers would gather to see me blowin' nicks and dimes
It was me, Big Pete, Tanya, and Sir Ibu
When in the heat of the cypher, I was not liable
For all the casualties of the dutty MCs
I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in your head, we gon' rock the dead
Night of the living MC's, the weak ones fled; c'mon Bus…
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