Lyrics Showtime - O.C.

Showtime - O.C.
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)

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