Move on the Pavement

[Scratches: DJ Selekt]
"You walkin' witcha head down, scared to look"
"When I move on the pavement"
"You walkin' witcha head down, scared to look"

[Verse 1: Bias B]
I try to follow the rules of the street, move on the pavement
Fools speak [?] like you've been rapping for ages
You geeks give a bad name to this rap game
Cats claim they made it, if they do, I'll see a sad day
Hangin' backstage, chattin' away
Back in the day, you copped a slap to your yappin' and you'd be dashin' away
Get ready, run, very dumb, lesson one is learned
Lesson two, me and you, and you're gettin' burned
No dues paid, I'm laughin' at what these dudes say
Talkin' the shit that they run when they're walkin'
Strollin' or struttin', fuckin' controllin' nothin'
Good luck with your whole production, shit, "I heard you're going gold or somethin'"
Just wait patiently, make a few tapes with your mates
And basically stop tryna rhyme so hastily
Wait and see, and if your shit is still wack
Give me your promo at show, I'll be throwin' it back

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane]
I follow the rules of engagement
That I learned from the school in the basement
When I move on the pavement
Cats don't understand what they facin'
I follow the rules of engagement
That I learned from the school in the basement
When I move on the pavement
Cats don't understand what they facin'

[Verse 2: Lazy Grey]
When I move on the pavement, L. Grey, all day, I stay faded
Cats make one track and claim that they made it
Dole payments, this whole life is so dangerous
They don't understand what they facin'
Train stations, full fare or full jaded
You fools hate it but us fools are two favourites
Two [?] fuck stripes, we crusaders
This is code of the street for true natives
We proceed to flip beats and get wasted
Let's face it, we the school of the basement
Dedicated to those who didn't call the role crew
With the old school, there's two crews that we told you
What they sold you, might as well pour a cold brew
Fuck your whole crew, I fold you like I roll dudes
Lazy Grey and Bias B with some old views
Your new releases are old news

[Verse 3: Bigfoot]
Take giant steps on the pavement, fake my due payments
Each state mistakes your fragile acclaims with
Wack styles are faded out and relegated to the scrap heat
Time for your rappin' to take a back seat
We crush your bedroom productions
And you jacks is wack when they're rhymin' light
Go back to your nine to five, quit your rap career
Ain't no room for the wack in here
I bet that half these newcomers are gone in a few summers
Turned house DJs and champagne drummers
It come as no surprise when they change and switch
Their whole style, tryna find a place where they fit
It's sick to hear a young MC flow
But don't let your ego outshine your rhymes and your beats though
'Cause you're steppin' to some hip-hop vets
We've been here for years and nowhere near finished yet

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane]
I follow the rules of engagement
That I learned from the school in the basement
When I move on the pavement
Cats don't understand what they facin'
I follow the rules of engagement
That I learned from the school in the basement
When I move on the pavement
Cats don't understand what they facin'

[Scratches: DJ Selekt]
"You walkin' witcha head down, scared to look"
"When I move on the pavement"
"You walkin' witcha head down, scared to look"
"Cats don't understand what they facin'"

[Verse 4: Bias B]
These toys need to go back to where they came from, the stage one
Burn every page and every stage you played on
Throw away your fake gun, leave us all alone
Your cover's blown, gangsters with gats, go back to chuckin' stones
And there's a handful of names I won't elaborate
No shows, no flows, no skills, give up the rappin' mate
I had to make this track to put you back in your place
Talkin' 'bout date of release, please? A bedroom tape?
And what I hate, I'm not gettin' into it
Bias B and Lazy Grey killin' it
Inconsiderate to these illegitimate MCs talkin' gibberish
Your style's fiddly bits and nobody really gives a shit
In Clifton Hill, I sit and stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind, I find that I don't really care at all
It's best you call somebody who you can talk to
It ain't all good, fuck no, not when it's your crew

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane]
I follow the rules of engagement
That I learned from the school in the basement
When I move on the pavement
Cats don't understand what they facin'
I follow the rules of engagement
That I learned from the school in the basement
When I move on the pavement
Cats don't understand what they facin'

[Scratches: DJ Selekt]
"You walkin' with your head down scared to look"
"When I move on the pavement"
"You walkin' with your head down scared to look"
"Cats don't understand what they facin'"
"You walkin' with your head down scared to look"
"You walkin' with your head down scared to look"
"When I move on the pavement"