Kid Capri Get 'Em lyrics

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

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 you 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
Only 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 â€~Hell with it, man, Kid Capri's the best'
I rock on, â€~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