Key: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
track boards and fat mikes
950's, SP12's, MP60's
Shit is thumping ear drums pumpin'
The shit is type hype 'cause the
sample is tight right
Right that's one to leave
teethless
Never sweat that 'cause I'm a cool
cat just like Heathcliff
Peep this give up the loop
It's 94 and bitch ass niggas
getting still with the boot
the north flakes 'cause I'll be
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flowing in all states
Show kept diggin' and diggin' and now
he got more crates
that's right nigga roll that dime and I'm
the only living matter
that controls my mind
peace to every single rapper on this
whole earth
sellout's got no worth I think they better
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go soul searching...
Verse 2
Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how
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the skills have gotten)
Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe
how the skills have gotten)
Verse 3
And if the course stay clear oh
yeah I'm still going in
Get it together or you'll
one heart stresser
Sorry black that's right it's a cardiac
caress try to triple team the best
then where's party at
Law's to no one and a warrior
like Shogun
And when the show's done stacks
and stacks is how the Ho's come
I bouge your feeling
confidence is to the ceiling
If I'm sick I pick the chick for
sexual healings
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I'm unique a freak like Malik
In the twilights with more highlights
than Dominique
Around my boys is where the jell stops
Ups to the streets the jeeps my
peeps in the cell blocks
I'm not the best but I give ya stress
To flatter me is strategy gotta be
more complex than chess
Stop bluffin cause you ain't
saying nothing gee
And start duckin I'm the A to the fuckin G
Last LP we got down right
Showing all these corny motherfuckers what
hiphop's supposed to sound like
See A.G. and the brother Show
Quiet as kept is best that you
Verse 4
(brothers can't believe how
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the skills have gotten)
Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how
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the skills have
gotten)
Verse 5
the A to the dash
I'm fast to get the cash now
I'm going like the path
What's the remedy suckas better
get their own identity
And took the enemy you better
roll like it's Cannamy
Fake lords they get strangled
with mic cords
Taking beats from my LP for
sure ain't healthy
Madison Projects is where I rest
But I claim the whole planet cause
it's mine god dammit
I'm God took the bulla fake?
Wreck Boston running shit?
No surrender and no patrique
smoke ganja like Bob Marley
A bag of sess puts me at my rest
Outro 1
You say it's silly, that's my? hit the philly and let it rest
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