"Live @ Rock N Will '92" lyrics
Big L & Showbiz Lyrics
A-yo, I got the gift of gab to lift and grab
The mic and recite hype rhymes that'll rip and rag
And drag a fag 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, MC's 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 whack 'cause I got 'em down pat
Your rulin' time is over, so gimme your crown, jack
I get hype fast, and MC's 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 shit
And I record my battles on a camcorder
So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter
MC's that tried to get wit' 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 shit and couldn't kill 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 principal of the new school
Yeah, aight, check it out
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're so damn great, with flavor like pancakes
I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball
I'm rough like a brick wall, MC's take a big fall
For tryin' to get wit' this, I'm too swift wit' this
A microphone murderer full with magnificence
A def rapper, and also a swell one
In a battle, I cook MC's 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 shit, 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 o' Coca-Cola
I'm goin' through MC's like a ransack
Stand back, as I cruise smooth like a Am-Trak
Your rhymes are rusty, G, you can't fuck with me
That's why you're hidin' in protective custody
L's not the one and I keep MC's 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
The mic and recite hype rhymes that'll rip and rag
And drag a fag 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, MC's 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 whack 'cause I got 'em down pat
Your rulin' time is over, so gimme your crown, jack
I get hype fast, and MC's 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 shit
And I record my battles on a camcorder
So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter
MC's that tried to get wit' 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 shit and couldn't kill 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 principal of the new school
Yeah, aight, check it out
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're so damn great, with flavor like pancakes
I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball
I'm rough like a brick wall, MC's take a big fall
For tryin' to get wit' this, I'm too swift wit' this
A microphone murderer full with magnificence
A def rapper, and also a swell one
In a battle, I cook MC's 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 shit, 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 o' Coca-Cola
I'm goin' through MC's like a ransack
Stand back, as I cruise smooth like a Am-Trak
Your rhymes are rusty, G, you can't fuck with me
That's why you're hidin' in protective custody
L's not the one and I keep MC's 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
