[Scrap Lover]
SURPRISE! Guess who's on the rise? [bad word]  I'm takin, and breakin em down to size
I operate around the clock like city bus
Never take five, cause yo when you rest, [bad word] Be advised, that I pack heat for beef
I'm knockin brothers out the box, and knockin out teeth
Twenty-one years young and I got the knack
(You got it!) to attack and scoop girls like a set of [bad word] rhymes that rag any rap herb
Built by the best to bust swerves like a sharp curve
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack track
Twice as nice, but smooth as silk
Somebody writin for Scrap, is like givin a cow milk
I release, to make it hard for the fellas to cease
Cause I'm the type to make noise, I don't make peace
Here's a new jack, ready to SWING
And bring the hype type of freestyle rhyme for the crowd to sing
Some say there's a party, but it looks like a job to Scrap
I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap
Me and ?Slap?, [bad word] together through the city
The nitty gritty, always together like [bad word] By any chance that I do get burnt
You better believe that [bad word] back, just like a tax return
 [bad word] Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
Here we go y'all! (6X) [bad word] Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
Here we go!!

[Scoob Lover]
Move over to the side, let a slim brother wreck it
It's that Scoob Lover kid, so pull up a chair and CHECK IT
When I get wild like Heathcliff, or Dennis the Menace
It's like food to a fat man, finished
I bust your head like a apple (APPLE)
And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that it's Snapple
And wait around my way for your crew, who's next
Cause I be lookin out my window with a nine like Malcolm X
There's [bad word]  they all got stomped so
Dream on.... dream away.... WELL OKAY!
And play like Shante, and _Have a Nice Day_
I drop rhymes that go boom (BOOM!)
And I can get funky like a high school locker room
Don't even think that I'm country country bamma
Scoob is hittin harder than a heavy heavy sledgehammer
I rock songs to make your grandmother dance
My rhymes are more together than a girl in biker pants
I'm never backed up, I never once had a fronter
Boy I get more beeps than a [bad word] *beep-beep*
I never sweat the girls when [bad word] to a phone call
I got things sewn up tighter than a football
So skip to my loo or get stomped by my crew
Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a [bad word] thing new
 [bad word] Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
Here we go y'all! (6X) [bad word] Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
Here we go!!

[Big Daddy Kane] [bad word] the Prince of Darkness ready to spark this
And show the people just who is the [bad word] and rugged, kind of similar to a nugget
But yet and still, I manage to keep the groove, smoove
Rebel for wreck them rappers I dissect them
Cause anything I say on the mic will affect them (HOW?)
So bad, they [bad word] for shelter
So rappers take flight like they work for Delta
They know I ain't havin it, styles with no crab in it
Fakin and flakin it child, you're sadly mistakin
Cause who's a rapper here that Kane rip on the mic
And start flowin *ZOOM* Yo yo yo, where you goin?
That's how they flee from me, the B, the I-[bad word] man, you know my pedigree, huh
The gangsta, murdera, killa to ya
For sure endure to injure him or her
The breaker the taker money-maker never a faker
My lyrics are built like Schwarzaneggar
So all [bad word] gets destroyed
You need to put your weak rhymes on steroid
For you to ever to press up on the mightiest man
To rip a show and flow, provin [bad word] CAN'T GO
Because I do all, it's easy for you to fall
I move all rappers like my name was U-Haul
 [bad word] Kane, Scoob, Scrap"