Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Showtime, artist - O.C.. Album song The O-Zone Files: Rare Demos and Unreleased Tracks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mushine
Song language: English
Showtime |
Give me a slice |
Don’t forget the ice so I could wet my |
Whistle and initiate an assault on the mic |
O.-C.-double-E, rest assured, to score with liter- |
-ature (Wha?), coming, busting through your nearest corridor |
New heights, I’m on the soar for sights unseen |
Won’t yell ‘cause vocabulary, you sound like |
Picture biting down on a sandwich of glass—that every |
Rapper could pull off, being rasp, being last—uh uh |
If it ain’t party and diction, it’s fiction |
I’ma be like a judge and give it a conviction |
‘Cause what you be, like, imitating is the next man |
While you work hard, straining cords out and your glands |
Besides that, you show no fashion or passion with |
The microphone, your mind and attitude’s clashing |
I’m O.C.—care to interlock with mine? |
Show |
A sign. |
I’m here to teach deaf, dumb, and the blind |
What you think? |
You can’t seek and define in the darkness? |
I’ll brighten and shine while your mind remains thoughtless |
It’s showtime |
Let ‘em know the half when it’s showtime |
O, I’ll lace the beat. |
(Yo, Show, I’ll lace the rhyme. We inter-) |
(-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It’s) |
(A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) |
(It's showtime). |
Let ‘em know the half when it’s showtime |
O, I’ll lace the beat. |
(Ayyo, Show, I’ll lace the rhyme. We inter-) |
(-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It’s) |
(A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) |
Dictating my area is doing Kaddafi |
Posing a Nazi. |
None of y’all foes could stop me |
The blocks I rock are like my feets on the street |
I’m prone to crack hoes inside the concrete |
Beef? |
I’ll set it off mega with verbal offenses |
Always looking for adventure, killing it endless |
Late night, the L sparks, I’m inhaling on dust, hallu- |
-cinating, seeing devils and the guns go bust, plus |
The 40's accumulating like kegs in the stomachs |
Of crews, it weighs (Weighs), making it heavy on the legs |
The staggers are like niggas got stabbed by daggers |
With thoughts of encores if no one can nab us. |
Heads |
Thick, I took jest ‘cause my fiend like the germs |
Confess and fight back, spite a beatdown and urn |
My theme, it ain’t imaginary like a screenplay |
To shine one-of-a-kind, yo, Show, hook up the beat ‘cause it’s |
Showtime |
Let ‘em know the half when it’s showtime |
O, I’ll lace the beat. |
(Yo, Show, I’ll lace the rhyme. We inter-) |
(-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It’s) |
(A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) |
(It's showtime). |
Let ‘em know the half when it’s showtime |
O, I’ll lace the beat. |
(Ayyo, Show, I’ll lace the rhyme. We inter-) |
(-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It’s) |
(A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) |
I’ll dribble the beat down, crossover with my right |
To my left, then ‘round my back through my legs, then I take |
A baseline J, all net, no rimming (Rimming) |
Drop back down the court, giving winks to the women |
Money tried to post me, thought he lost me. |
I forced the |
Turnover with the D—(What?)—that was costly. |
Show- |
-biz grabbed the ‘ree, we spreaded the court |
Fat passes and teamwork like we invented the sport. |
My |
Peripheral eye see that the lane needs filling. |
I’ma |
Assist the rock with scoring and blocked shots |
Outfox the competition with the ill tran- |
-sitional play Showbiz gave a nigga during |
Intermission. |
I’ll read up, study, now I’ve mastered |
The power plays. |
Not a pick-and-roll but more fancy |
Score (Score). |
For sure (Sure), I will endure (-dure). |
The score- |
-board be forty points or more over yours. |
It’s showtime |
Let ‘em know the half when it’s showtime |
O, I’ll lace the beat. |
(Yo, Show, I’ll lace the rhyme. We inter-) |
(-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It’s) |
(A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) |
(It's showtime). |
Let ‘em know the half when it’s showtime |
O, I’ll lace the beat. |
(Ayyo, Show, I’ll lace the rhyme. We inter-) |
(-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It’s) |
(A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) |
(Yo, it’s showtime) |