Live @ Rock N Will '92 (Explicit)

Live @ Rock N Will '92 (Explicit) - Big L/Showbiz

Composed by：L. Coleman/R. Lemay/R. Mandell/A. Guindi/M. Day

Produced by：Showbiz/G Koop/DJ Critical Hype

Ayo I be Showbiz from Showbiz & A.G

Down with Diggin' In The Crates

My main man Lord Finesse Diamond D

My man D Shawn

And we got my man Big L to make some noise here

Ayo 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 MCs 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 wack 'cause I got 'em down pat

Your rulin' time is over so give me your crown jack

I get hype fast and MCs 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

MCs that tried to get with 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

Let 'em have it L give it to 'em L

Let 'em have it L give it to 'em L

Let 'em have it L give it to 'em L

Let 'em have it L give it to 'em L

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's so damn great with flavor like pancakes

I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball

I'm rough like a brick wall MCs take a big fall

For tryna get with this I'm too swift with this

A microphone murderer full with magnificence

A def rapper and also a swell one

In a battle I cook MCs 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 of Coca-Cola

I'm goin' through MCs 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 MCs 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