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Live @ Rock N Will '92
Big L Feat. Showbiz
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Ayo, I be Showbiz from Showbiz & A.G
Down with Diggin' In The Crates
My main man Lord Finesse, Diamond D
My man D Shawn
And we got my man Big L to make some noise here
Ayo, I got the gift of gab to lift and grab
The mic and recite hype rhymes that'll rip and rag
And drag a fag MC, who likes to nag a lot and brag a lot
Talkin' about the lyrics that he have are hot
Step to this and get lit like a candle, troop
Rhymes I hook up, MCs I cook up like Campbell's Soup
I throw rhymes like a quarterback
Front and you'll get bust and dust and crushed, bum rushed, and all of that
Rhymes never sound wack 'cause I got 'em down pat
Your rulin' time is over, so give me your crown, jack
I get hype fast, and MCs might last
A minute with me, because their rhymes are light as a feather
And mines are heavy like a big brick
Rappers catch a fit quick when I start to kick shit
And I record my battles on a camcorder
So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter
MCs that tried to get with me hops
That's why they all got tooken out like a Bensi box
The crown is still mine 'cause I kick ill rhymes
A lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time
Or beat eggs or whip cream, I'm smoother than Vaseline
And I'm a stone-cold rappin' fiend
A lot of new jacks are comin' out, but that's cool
'Cause I'm the principal of the new school
Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L
Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L
Let 'em have it L, give it to 'em L
Let 'em have it, let 'em have it
Check this out
I control the microphone like a robot
My lyrics are so hot, props I got a whole lot
'Cause wit' a pen and some paper, this man makes
Rhymes that's so damn great, with flavor like pancakes
I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball
I'm rough like a brick wall, MCs take a big fall
For tryna get with this, I'm too swift with this
A microphone murderer full with magnificence
A def rapper, and also a swell one
In a battle, I cook MCs well done
My hits are consecutive, I'm a lyrical executive
Bite my rhymes and I won't let you live
So to be safe on the microphone, homes
Recite your own poems, or get your dome flown
Or put in a boot camp, L is the new champ
I'm not the type to go out like a food stamp
I'm throwin' rhymes like a pitcher throws a curveball
And I'ma serve all punks that try to brawl
So stop sleepin' on me, don't even doze, hops
Or I'ma heat you up and eat you up like Stove Top
Stuffin', I'm bum rushin', shorts I'm takin' none
My rhymes weigh a ton, I'm not fakin', son
You're the one who's fakin', tryin' to be a duplicate
Can't kick stupid shit, tell you the truth, you should quit
Rappin', start snappin', 'cause all you is a joke
Battle L and get smoked
Yo, I overthrow ya, and have ya screamin' like a rollercoaster
Guzzle you down like a small cup of Coca-Cola
I'm goin' through MCs like a ransack
Stand back, as I cruise smooth like a Am-Trak
Your rhymes are rusty, G, you can't fuck with me
That's why you're hidin' in protective custody
L's not the one and I keep MCs runnin'
I hurt 'em like bunions, make 'em cry like onions
I'm a lyrical fighter, and I'm brighter than Einstein
Try to bite my lines and you'll get a size nine
Foot put in your ass for bein' a crook
Hit with a vital hook and get your title took
Yeah, that was the brand-new flavor from my man, Big L
As we ammunition for '92 and beyond
And I'm signing out here, my name is Showbiz
I'll like to say peace
My man Lord Finesse, Diamond D
For '92 and beyond, right up, peace!
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