- Showbiz & A.G. represent 歌詞
- Showbiz & A.G.
- Refrain: ('Im the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick')
Yeah, Big
L is the first to represent.
Verse One:
Big L Yo, on the mic is
Big L, that brother who kicks flavs,
God. Known for sendin garbage
MCs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin like
Rodney King got.
Or get beat to your death like
Cochise, my laws is no peace, ************ the police.
MCs get braggin about cash they collect, but them chumps is like
Ray Charles, cuz they aint seen no money yet.
Trash rappers
I tax and spark,
I be wettin ******* *****s up like water rides at
Action Park.
A ************ stuck me, and that aint funny son, so
I got money gun , they wet him and his honey bun.
Cuz phony ************s
I froze, its a fact,
I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.
L is the rebel type,
Im rough as a metal pipe, ************ a
Benz, cuz
I could pull skins on a pedal-bike .
Props, I got the most, no
MC comes close,coast-to-coast, shows
I host, foes
I roast, adios,
Im ghost...
Refrain Verse
Two: DShawn
Yo, street ? in
New York is a place this ************ stands with a machete
Im a crazy
Eddie Scissorhands.
Born with such a thirst to kill,
I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill.
Cuttin ************-**** ********s down with a hundred pound axe like
I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle
I be stabbin,choppin
MCs like trees, piece-by-piece buildin cabins.
Im a maniac magician, abra cadabra, makin pain appear cuz
Im-a grab arusty chain to make a noose to choke your ass so hard, youre spittin ******
Adams Apple juice.
So come check the magic show by
Deshawn, and witness the way
I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin your home to a casket, turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard.
Cuz I love to keep
MCs sufferin, beggin for big, heavy bags of
Bufferin.
Baseball battin em, splattin em, so many homicide records, my cases went platinum.
DShawn is nice; known for givin out head cracks without touchin dice.
Just pain and punishment from the
Boogie Down
Bronxter...
DShawn the maniac street mobster.
Refrain Verse
Three: Lord
Finesse Its the
F-I-N-E-double-
S-E, dont play or stress me
Cause that ************t dont impress me
I make papes off the ************t
I create, and then dictate
So get your mother****** ************t straight
I got skills and
Im hard to kill,
So yall ** **********-ass rappes better chill and just guard your grill
You grab a mic and always get hype
Talkin bout ****** ******** ****z up
When you can bearly beat your ************ right
So stop ridin my dilznick cause
I can still kick the ill **** ********t on the mother****** real tip
Hit like Foremanwhen
Im brawlin
Those who think
Im fallin,
Ill play your monkey-ass like a organ
I got crazy ************s in the city noid
Got mad *******, but its not cause
Im a mother****** pretty-boy
Im ruthless,
Im not on that goody- goody tip
That ************t played out with that
Beat Street/
Electric Boogie ************t
Ill stomp any rapper that you ??? if they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat
And go head with they master plan
Stevie Wonder probably see me fore half you rappers can
You cant hang and youre fallin fast
You rappers thats trash better dash and start haulin ass
Cuz Im out to rag ************t
******** **** up a show, collect my dough and step off with a bad ************
Spectators always have the best time
When they come to a show and hear a funky
Lord Finesse rhyme
Im out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures
Youll never catch
Finesse associating with ************ ***** *******z
I work overtime when its time to go for mine
Crab-ass rappers, dont even front cuz yall know the time
So its time for me to step
Peace to Showbiz and
AG and Im off to the left
Refrain Verse
Four: AG Check-check-check it.
A to the G is gonna wreck it.
On stage, on my record, so ************ dont forget it.
Im the man.
The one-man-band is on my right hand. (His name is Show nitwit, so get wit the program)
I get a hit from my buddha blessed.
Turn my hat to the back, now lets see whos the best.
I like my pockets fat, never ever flat.
*** *********s wanna jack, my .45 aint havin that.
Hoes get no dough, so why try?
Think its gonna be a hit n run?
Wrong, its a drive-by.
************s catchin tantrums,because your girls never safe around the
Midnight Phantom.
They predicted
Im-a fall; they must be down with
Michael Jackson cuz that ************t is
Off The Wall.
You dont believe me, ask that brother
Show: snatchin hotties, grabbin hotties, lettin ************ know.
You come wrong if you dont come strong...
YOU BETTER
CATCH WREC
K! * ***********,
I made the song.
Styles will vary, they wont carry over.
Dont ************ with no
Devil, Id rather marry
Oprah. Yeah, you got it,
Im pro-black, and my skills are so phat,
I pay my dues,
I dont owe jack.
You bite my style,
I can spot it.
Tryin real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you dont got it.
And my skills are excellent.
Diggin in the
Crates and its time to
Represent!
Refrain
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