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Kid Capri Song Lyrics

(BizMarkie)Let me tell youYo CapriYou know I just want you to say a couplejust a couple rhymes thoughNaw nah nah nahI just want you just say one rhymefor the crew, for everybodyJust just kick it like.. this(Kid Capri)SO WHAT, if the tweeters begin to screamIf the bass sounds funky then you know what I meanKid Capri got a crazy dope unique styleI'm givin shouts to the brothers on Riker's IsleNow soon, you will know, who is the masterIn five minutes, you will be sureIt's the same old routine, all of your are listeninAnd, you, want, MOREWe talk about sex? Sure I get a lot of itNow, tell me, what else I can get out of itThe name is Kid Capri, and sure you don't like itSeems very funny, while all of you bite itNot here to impress you or anyone elseOnly thing I gotta do is impress myselfNow I know you other rappers wanna diss me hardJust because the Kid Capri, is doin his jobI don't fear no evil, I don't even like youJust wanna know, why you wanna bite youdirty imitator, perfect perpetratorSaid you're good, sucker rapper I'm greaterYou said you're fly, but why are you dyin?First you was laughin, now you are CRYINSeems to me you wanna call in a truceYou had to learn the hard way that Kid Capri gets looseSnatchin down suckers, all in that orderPolice gettin banned, from crossin the borderYeah I get tough don't make this a issueMy name is Kid Capri, K.C. is my initialsSucker MC's violatin my powersStudyin my style, for hours, and hoursComin in here, tryin to battle the kingAnd I say to myself what a ding-a-lingYeah, Lords of Funk better than beforeTakin belts from chumps, walkin out the doorTry to step to the Kings but you didn't know howWell the Lords is back, so whatcha gonna do now?I got a beef with those that try to, show that assand try to, diss on my brothers, from back in the pastYou're a kid that didn't know you would, be a starBut now, rip you to shreds no matter who you areFirst of all, your style, PLEASE explainwhy do you always wanna sound like Big Daddy Kane?Or KRS-One, or even RakimTo tell the truth you're just like ALL the rest of themTell me WHY you wanna bite somebody else that's greatI got one word for it: IMITATE!You brag and boast about how good you areand how you struggled, so hard, to be a starSweatin mellow fellow rappers that's down with the crewGive it a couple of days, you'll be sweatin me tooYou see rap rotates like a spinnin wheelOne day you're fake, the next day you're for realYou got NERVE, who gave you, the right to biteany style, another entertainer reciteLet's face it tell the truth, I'm Kid CapriI'm a person, a lot of y'all wish you could beI took him out I took them out, and the rest of his crewAnd if I took them all out, THEN WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?PLEASE, get away don't even think of it boyI'm not doin it for pay, I'm doin it for joyJust, get on your knees, and beg for lessand say to hell with it man, Kid Capri's the bestI rock on, cause I'm the best of the WestI rock on with the triple that's on my chestI rock on, and as I get on downand I can take an adverb and make it sound like a nounAh yes yes y'all, it gets fresher than flyKid Capri is in the house and you wonder whynobody else could rock a party, like meThe original, tapemaster Kid CapriSo check it out..Yo Capri, Capri that was defYo, slam the headphones, we outta herePeace