Renaissance Rap (Remix)

I dont care who first or who last
I just know yall betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance…) I dont care what yall say or what yall do
But you got to be finished before the music is through
I dont think they heard me, hold up…
So here we go, now
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 MCs, the weak ones fled; cmon Bus…
Yo, yo, Godbody, wise intelligence
Smack ni**as and wrestle with elephants
My beloved, respect my benevolence, comin like missiles
The issue is this, be the s* *t you cant rebel against
Then I sniff out you ni**as that be hidin in bushes, waassup?
And strangle ni**as like poisonous octopuses, shut the **** up!
Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards
As I spit, stickin out my tongue likean iguana lizard
At you corny ni**as (ha!), Animal Planet rap, Wildlife
Stabbin you in your back wild nice (Ahhhh!)
While I hunt and eat you ni**as like food, leavin you bleedin
(Beats!) Rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin
If you dont understand what Im sayin, lyrically
Im like goons acci-DENTALLY beating you like gorillas playin
(Ha ha!) Bi**hes know when I spit, I be seducin them
Countless money with diamonds thats buried in Jerusalem
The Renaissance
WHOOO, thats Busta Rhymes right there
I dont know what I look like sendin Raekwon in there
Where Raekwon at?
Ayo, squeezing Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezing
The head-long ****, block pumpin is easy
Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms
Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz
Together, we the Chi-Lites to twists of the OJays
One line from thisll have you leanin like roach spray
Poison up on Hoyt Street, my boys in Mrs., our choice
Brooklyn, Shaolin wildin in the Royces
Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hittin the cement
Chef in the building, yep, and he been
A thousand one goons at the Rhumba
Certified clients, drug money and somethin up, giants
Yo, its the Tarzan ******* clan in the area
Guerrillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier
Take mines, take a hundred 9s
We be runnin out of rhymes, never ******s
Try to front and you mines, Renaissance
(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)
Ahem, I go off
Let me spaz, let me spaz (Cmon!)
Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass
So ahead of my time with my next-week a*s
Money on the dinner table like, 'Lets eat cash!'
And I do it for the killers and the hundred dollar billas
And from now on , I dont think you should stunt without a million
Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank
Now throw yo hands in the air if your pu**y dont stank
You got a ** **** and a shank, I got a ****** and a tank
I got fur in my boots, and the hoodie on the minks
Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, Im directing it
Other fools break it down, I be dissecting it
Ever since I made it up out of middle America
Everybody wanna be in my genital area
But you better stay away from my chemical barrier
Weezy Baby, straight out the Caesarean, ni**a
(Whats it called, man?) Oh yeah: 'Renaissance Rap'
Man, I aint gon give yall my microphone no more!
'Cause yall tear it up when you get it
Lemme see who we had on here
Now, we had Q-Tip, we had Busta Rhymes
You had Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here
Man, I aint givin yall my microphone no more
'Cause yall tear it up when you get it
I just said, get a lil somethin before the beats go…