[Big Daddy Kane:]
Watch me...
Ain't no question,
I'm sufferin' a bad case of lyrical congestion.
Not the one for [bad word] mess with and end up with your chest split.
No, not because of cardiac, but because how hard he act. Ha!
I'm recognized as the microphone [bad word] minds up in the state of paranoia.
I told him if you're scared, go get a dog. So by tomorrow,
You'll probably see 20 rappers walking with Rottweilers.
Your gimmick is primitive, and impotent.
You won't win with it, so limit it,
Before I make your body start to hemorrhage.
Just when you thought that you was burnin' me,
You found yourself bleedin' internally.
Now you heads is learnin', see.
I stayin' there sincere, [bad word] prayer,
Your heart begets fear, cause there ain't no wins here. Huh.
Never kid, 'cause even with leverage,
I can rock your domepiece worse than the [bad word] ever did.
WHAT?

[2Pac:]
Is you out your [bad word]  mind?
Ask me to blast. No need to ask, 'cause I'm mashin',
Peepin' the latest fashion, copy-cats in plastics, get me to flashin'...
My adversaries shipped in caskets,
Murdered them [bad word] 
Witness the past, got boom-bastic...
Now that they freed me, no one can see me, [bad word] eradicated [bad word]  father forgive 'em.
Assemble the troops, prepare my loots for [bad word] them [bad word]  the deadliest [bad word] bustin'.
How can they touch me when they lost in thought?
On Death Row we lock [bad word] down across the ball.
Now flash, and watch me get in that [bad word] like a bikini.
Lyrical legendary so niggas'll never see [bad word] defeat me, can never happen.
Whether rappin' or scrappin',
Niggas get smashed on they [bad word]  back.
Hard to kill, and even harder to stop.
Watch Kane and Pac drop the sho' shot! .
Tell them [bad word] ..

[Big Daddy Kane:]
Here's how we'll do it...
The meet us and the plan's to put the cash in the hand,
So that I can spend a grand of benja-mans up in Japan.
Now who's the man?
And therefore my Luchi, eatin' sushi.
Checkin' out some kinda movie featurin' short and spooky.

[2Pac:]
Tell me, Kane, when will niggas learn?
In this game, [bad word] with us, niggas gettin' burned.
We takin' turns on you [bad word] made nigg-ar-os.
I hope it hurts, 'cause you're worse than these groupie hos.

[Big Daddy Kane:]
One more time baby...
I'll be forever, the gogetter of the chedder.
Thinkin' ahead of [bad word]  just too clever to sever.
I got it together, to represent with my [bad word] nigg.
The first syllables of our name together is 2 big.
Think about that!