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live @ rock n will '92 - big l & show lyrics

[intro: showbiz]
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

[verse 1: big l]
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 f*g 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 sh*t
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 sh*t and couldn’t k!ll 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 princ*p*l of the new school
[chorus]
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 l, give it to ’em l
check it out

[verse 2: big l]
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 d*mn 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 curve ball
and i’ma serve all punks that try to brawl
so stop sleepin’ on me, don’t even doze, hops
or i’m a 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 sh*t, 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 f*ck 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
[outro: showbiz]

- big l show lyrics

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