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(feat. BizMarkie) [BizMarkie] Let me tell you Yo Capri You know I just want you to say a couple just a couple rhymes though Naw nah nah nah I just want you just say one rhyme for the crew, for everybody Just just kick it like.. this [Kid Capri] SO WHAT, if the tweeters begin to scream If the bass sounds funky then you know what I mean Kid Capri got a crazy dope unique style I'm givin shouts to the brothers on Riker's Isle Now soon, you will know, who is the master In five minutes, you will be sure It's the same old routine, all of your are listenin And, you, want, MORE We talk about sex? Sure I get a lot of it Now, tell me, what else I can get out of it The name is Kid Capri, and sure you don't like it Seems very funny, while all of you bite it Not here to impress you or anyone else Letras de cancionesOnly thing I gotta do is impress myself Now I know you other rappers wanna diss me hard Just because the Kid Capri, is doin his job I don't fear no evil, I don't even like you Just wanna know, why you wanna bite you dirty imitator, perfect perpetrator Said you're good, sucker rapper I'm greater You said you're fly, but why are you dyin? First you was laughin, now you are CRYIN Seems to me you wanna call in a truce You had to learn the hard way that Kid Capri gets loose Snatchin down suckers, all in that order Police gettin banned, from crossin the border Yeah I get tough don't make this a issue My name is Kid Capri, K.C. is my initials Sucker MC's violatin my powers Studyin my style, for hours, and hours Comin in here, tryin to battle the king And I say to myself what a ding-a-ling Yeah, Lords of Funk better than before Takin belts from chumps, walkin out the door Try to step to the Kings but you didn't know how Well the Lords is back, so whatcha gonna do now? I got a beef with those that try to, show that ass and try to, diss on my brothers, from back in the past You're a kid that didn't know you would, be a star But now, rip you to shreds no matter who you are First of all, your style, PLEASE explain why do you always wanna sound like Big Daddy Kane? Or KRS-One, or even Rakim To tell the truth you're just like ALL the rest of them Tell me WHY you wanna bite somebody else that's great I got one word for it: IMITATE! You brag and boast about how good you are and how you struggled, so hard, to be a star Sweatin mellow fellow rappers that's down with the crew Give it a couple of days, you'll be sweatin me too You see rap rotates like a spinnin wheel One day you're fake, the next day you're for real You got NERVE, who gave you, the right to bite any style, another entertainer recite Let's face it tell the truth, I'm Kid Capri I'm a person, a lot of y'all wish you could be I took him out I took them out, and the rest of his crew And if I took them all out, THEN WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? PLEASE, get away don't even think of it boy I'm not doin it for pay, I'm doin it for joy Just, get on your knees, and beg for less and say to hell with it man, Kid Capri's the best I rock on, cause I'm the best of the West I rock on with the triple that's on my chest I rock on, and as I get on down and I can take an adverb and make it sound like a noun Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresher than fly Kid Capri is in the house and you wonder why nobody else could rock a party, like me The original, tapemaster Kid Capri So check it out.. Yo Capri, Capri that was def Yo, slam the headphones, we outta here Peace From Letras Mania