Get 'em Lyrics - Singles - Kid Capri

[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 

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 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