All I see is blinkin` lights track boards and fat mics
950`s SP12`s MP60`s
Shit is thumping ear drums pumpin`
The shit is tight right `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 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 go soul searching...
Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can`t believe how the skills have gotten)
Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can`t believe how the skills have gotten)
Now here I go again ready to flow again
And if the course stay clear oh yeah I`m still going in
Get it together or you`ll be laying on a stretcher
I betcha I`m a getcha the number one heart stresser
Sorry black that`s right it`s a cardiac
caress try to triple be 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 O`s come
I bouge your feeling confidence is to the ceiling
If I`m sick I pick the chick for sexual healing
I`m unique a freak like Malik
In the twilights with more highlights than Dominique
Around my boys is where the jail stops
The jeeps the streets my peeps in the cell block
I`m not the best but I keep it stressed
To flatter me is strategy it gotta be more complex than chess
Stop bluffin cause you ain`t saying nothing G
start duckin I`m the A to the fuckin G
Last LP we got down right
Showing all these corny motherfuckers what hip-hop`s supposed to sound like
See A.G. and the brother Show
Quiet as kept is best that you step on the low
Well it`s me meaning 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 it`s mine god dammit
I`m God rip the bulla fake brother hard
Wrecked Boston running shit in Portland like Rod
It`s hard to face the feet when you`re raised in the street
No surrender with no retreat
Now dance with the devil no not hardly
Even though I mamba like La Bamba and smoke ganja like Bob Marley
A bag of sess puts me at my rest
You say it`s silly, that`s my theory
Get the philly and let it rest
