Young, Gifted And Black - Big Daddy Kane

[Minister Farrakhan] 
So out of the MERCY of Allah 
and the LAW, written in our nature 
We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence 
And when that individual, I make, NO apologies 
for what I'm about to say 

[Big Daddy Kane] 
Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill 
to obey okay so let the man build 
words of rapture that you have to capture 
And I just slapped ya 
with the hand full of literature 
that's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw 
Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase 
Competition you must be on freebase 
Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken 
Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin! 
Cause I got a strangehold 
You're still cold off the road for the role you stole 
Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out 
Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out 
I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller 
I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a 
mic like a hammer, and drop grammar 
Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him 
Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute 
They get the boot and played like a flute 
so just PLAY mute, don't even whisper 
Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya 
Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue 
Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady 
In other words, you're half-steppin' 
Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon 
is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun 
But when it come to hype rhymes I got one 
Just like the album is still the same 
_Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed 
I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill 
to fill your grill so don't tell me you're real 
We sample beats, you sue and try to figh