Artist: DJ Premier f/ Khaleel, Panchi (from NYG'z) Album: Get Used To Us Song: Rappin Exercise Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: DJ Premier Scratchin] (Khaleel) G-G-G-G-G-Get wise, to the exercise ("Big Daddy Kane") (Yeah! This business showbiz) G-G-G-G-G-Get wise, to the exercise ("Big Daddy Kane") (Gotta get up, gotta workout...damn) [Verse One: Khaleel]: Turn into a rappin exercise let me spit it before I fry Some mu'fuckin chicken in the grease, grease And If I speed it up and slow it down man it's all cooked food I keep on feedin to the belly but true, that's our mentality Or just southern in reality, so I got to make the pair of dots I hear these suckers spittin on garbage tryin to sell it and swear it's hot They tryin to figure but figure not Khaleel connect to makin this hit broadcast from Texas I ain't show up with no necklace, I done sized you up and try to snatch yours Droppin rappers on the list and knock 'em down like I'm friend of yours Since you want me I'm for you and yours, play off of me and mine Love to see some unity, in this Hip Hop nation Been brushin shoulders with this devil I'm facin I'm in the lead They love to catch me slippin blindside me front of my knees They seem to underestimate, I ain't want the fame I want the money how it coordinate? [Verse Two: Panchi] It cordless they pop I stay way up like coffee I'm doin the bang bang Ma can't you tell that I'm doin my damn thang? Brought the team together we sharin the same fame And to prove our allegiance we wearin the same ring Got a call from my cousin and the Feds in his cell On the cell tellin me to becareful you niggas tell I said yeah I know cuz, are you finished?! But before the call ended he need some doe and minutes The moral of the story is the chase for the spinach The lames wouldn't unless of course you with it Live the G-code baby, my who life plan Is to see God before I swear to him on the stand You I be God, and my true niggas understand Ask around about Panch I'm the shit on the street My documentary is commentary from cops on the beat Said his vein's is hell, ice and he was sick on the beat And his lawyer is firin, sharp and petite HA!!!!! [Interlude: DJ Premier Scratchin] G-G-Get wise, to the exercise ("Big Daddy Kane") [Verse Three: Khaleel] Yeah! And so my main objective is takeover, tear the tour up, rap thang Standin around here postin yeah right, my motives sustained I spit with all the flavor that I could muster off the left brain And my mama said keep doin ya thang, it won't be easy Man I'm just as greasy, hatin, half steppin No passion havin, or find a single substitute for their rhyme But it's like your on to somethin, would love to get the finger pointin Like I'm some newest attraction out for they circus No Ringling Bros. no ring, no championship, no tragic Been havin funwhile flippin got used to pushin the traffic And as I'm whippin classic they askin questions 'bout Premo Shit! The illest here to stunt the game Daily Operation No more Mr. nice guy, nigga Step In My Arena and square It's like an exercise the game ain't fair But yo it seems like they understimated the kid Aiyyo yo' gig is up, you've been fucked, smoke a cig, ya dig [Outro: DJ Premier Scratchin] G-G-Get-Get-G-G-G-Get-Get-Get-Get-Get wise, to the exercise ("Big Daddy Kane") To-To the-To-To-To the-To the-T-T-To the exercise ("Big Daddy Kane")