| Yo, praise the Lord for Showbiz
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| My partner with the beats with the Nikes on his feet
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| Buying old records is a habit
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| I get more run than a Volkswagon Rabbit
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| You know I gotta have it I got more props than the cop Paul McGary
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| Who played on Hawaii Five-O
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| And I formed a production company with Show
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| And Jay’s Studio is the lab (The lab)
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| But the session is closed because I know you got a big nose
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| Trying to skip out the name
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| You lack originality, and that’s a damn shame
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| Don’t front, I know I got you open
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| Like a pack of Coke and yo I pulled your coat and
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| I’m not the one to be gamed on I didn’t know it was your girl we ran the train on But no hard feelings, your girl was appealing
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| Did my share of dealing sexual healing
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| You didn’t know she was a groupie
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| But I’m a put you up on a scoop, B Used to live in Forrest, my daughter lives in Morris
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| Used to play softball with my man Horace
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| I kick flavor like my man Sonny Chiba
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| Aries is my sign, I’m compatible with Libra
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| I like to program beats
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| Diamond D is out, I wanna say peace
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| Showbiz, there’s deals to make
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| So let’s get busy and dig in the crates
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| Yo, thank the Lord for Diamond D No afro, instead he keeps dreads in his head
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| My partner from the past from 163rd
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| Back when I was a hoodlum beating on nerds
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| Started way back (Way back when?)
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| About 12 years ago, I was 9, he was 10
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| Before smoking weed or hanging out and playing hooky
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| We used to breakdance and the jam’s «Electric Boogie»
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| Girls walk jocking, my nickname’s Rock and
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| Rhymes I was shocking, beats I was clocking
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| Step up and see Showbiz perfrom and
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| My beats is hard like big George Foreman
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| So MC’s and DJ’s thought they were nice and
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| Get upset like Buster did to Tyson
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| That was in Japan and he’s still my man
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| ??? |
| outside Dapper Dan
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| Wait a minute, that’s a different subject
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| Talk about the Moet and the pipe that’s in effect
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| Back to the Show, the Show B-I-Z
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| Down with D.I.T.C., A.G. is my MC
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| Relying on the Giant, the Giant I’m relying
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| Never lying on the track because I’m not a crack client
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| Girls stick like Crazy Glue, they think they’re getting dough
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| But I treat hoes like drugs, I just say no I lamp in the residence and keep dead presidents
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| It’s a fact, I like my pockets fat not flat
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| A rapper not a singer, so I hope you don’t bring a Product to me, so go ahead you humdinger
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| Show’s about to blow in '91 so I’m straight
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| Down with the crew called «Diggin'in the Crates»
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| So get back, get your sticks, get your bats
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| Get your licks and I’m a still get fat
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| Try to diss and get the backhand
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| I’m dressed in black, a black hat for a black man
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| The Giant is better and clever
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| Go ahead sleep, and you’ll rest forever and ever
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| I’m like a bomb, sometimes I’m calm
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| No telling what can happen when the mic is in my right palm
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| Yeah, Showbiz too deep, but don’t sleep
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| Go ahead and retreat or face agony of defeat
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| A.G. is in command
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| You remember the black hat? |
| At the bottom are my Timberlands
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| Save it, if you think you pose a threat
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| Just chill and watch how many hoes I get
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| Now you sweat the props I got
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| (Kick a rhyme) A rhyme? |
| Sure, why not?
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| Always get fat to a hype track
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| So Finesse (What's up?) Sike, give me that mic back
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| The crowd I’ll catch up, microphone master
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| Finger licking and kicking lyrics from here to Africa
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| I’m the bold kind, my rhyme’s a goldmine
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| Let it off, set it off, just for old times
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| Think you’re ready for this? |
| You battle, you lose
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| You brittle rapper, your rhymes are scribble scrabble
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| The Giant is greater so I’m great
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| Down with the group called Diggin’in the Crates
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| Yeah yeah, we gonna set it off like this…
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| Now when it comes to lyrics, mics I pulverise
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| It’s Lord Finesse, time to go for mine
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| So stand back, let the men play
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| I put rhymes in shape just like Ben Gay
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| I’m great and honorable, suckers I bomb a few
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| I run more games than a carnival
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| I’m a get mine, as soon as you say «start»
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| Sweat hoods and funky rhymes is my trademark
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| I’m a get fame, not from her or his name
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| Cause yo (What's up?) I’m funkier than a shit stain
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| Mics I smoke, rhymes I hurl
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| My hobby is collecting fly-looking girls
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| Strictly for the ladies, call me Lord Finesse
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| And I’m all about money and sex
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| Finesse is the name to say, and I came to play
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| We could have fun, but put the whips and chains away
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| Sex and money is what makes me a happy man
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| And I sport more styles than Jackie Chan
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| I keep rising, I’m not the type to sink low
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| Me take a loss on the mic? |
| I don’t think so Lord Finesse is out to make papes
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| Down with the crew called Diggin’in the Crates |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Diggin' In The Crates , by - Showbiz. Song from the album Showbiz & A.G., in the genre R&B