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