This week it’s the Juice Crew members going head to head. When I was growing up the talk was who had the better verse on “The Symphony” Big Daddy Kane or Kool G Rap? Today we are going to decide who had the better verse on that song and highlight other gems throughout their careers.
The idea behind Freestyle Fridays is to battle one another with your favorite verse from either of the two competitors. You’re essentially battling other commenters in this thread by using the words of Big Daddy Kane or Kool G Rap. Hit the jump for a few rules and then jump in on the comments!
Before we start, let’s see if we can keep the thread in order today, by following a couple simple rules:
1. Please don’t drop the lyrics to a whole song. No more than one verse!
2. Please stay in order…. Big Daddy Kane, then Kook G Rap, then Big Daddy Kane, etc. If you want to drop a BDK, wait until someone has dropped a KGR one. The idea is to go back and forth. It’s possible that more than one person may be trying to drop a verse at one time… we’ll just keep moving on.
I’ll start this thread off with a verse from Kool G. Rap:
“Yo, Marley gives the slice, I get nice,
and my voice is twice as horrifying as Vincent Price
goes deep, till you fell in a spell of a sleep,
and while I’m countin’ the money, you count sheep.
When G Rap strikes the mic, I recite the type of hype that you like,
and make the people unite.
I grip up hips and zip up lips, step on reps, you flip and wanna sip on my tip.
Take a deep breath, because you don’t have another left.
Comin’ back like I’m avengin’ my brother’s deat.
Makin’ veterans run for medicine,
cuz I put out more lights in a fight than ConEdison.
Rip the damn cage like I’m on a rampage.
And if you want rage, I’m-a make front page.
Read the headlines, suckers, todays the deadline,
your head is way past bedtime.
Can’t kill though. Solo. Cuz you’re still all…soft like a pillow.
My rap is rougher than Brillo.
So fear me, don’t dare dare me,
and don’t compare me to him when you hear me.
Talk about a battle but you ain’t yet ready for war.
Your metaphor sucks more than a whore.
You can’t replace me, ice me or ace me, bass me, face me, slice me or race me,
bite me or taste me — I’ll show you that I got force.
My rap burns your mouth like hot sauce.
Run for water while I break your tape recorder.
Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter.
Another rapper, G Rap wrecks, he’s rated X, to mean the boy is sex. Next…
the amplifier gets used and abused. Pumps so loud, we might blow a fuse.
This is anger, madness, ready to hang ‘er.
Rapper or singer: I’m puttin’ up my middle finger.
Next up… (I believe that’s me)
Big Daddy Kane, get on the mic for the Symphony.”
–Kool G Rap, “The Symphony”