Represent - Showbiz & A.G./Big L.mp3

[00:22.11]Refrain: ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
[00:38.37]Yeah, Big
[00:39.00]L is the first to represent.
[00:40.53]Verse One:
[00:40.83]Big L Yo, on the mic is
[00:41.31]Big L, that brother who kicks flavs,
[00:43.08]God. Known for sendin' garbage
[00:44.55]MCs to the graveyard.
[00:46.23]I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like
[00:50.13]Rodney King got.
[00:51.24]Or get beat to your death like
[00:52.89]Cochise, my laws is no peace, **** the police.
[00:56.22]MCs get braggin' about cash they collect, but them chumps is like
[00:59.34]Ray Charles, cuz they ain't seen no money yet.
[01:01.53]Trash rappers
[01:02.37]I tax and spark,
[01:03.42]I be wettin' mother****ers up like water rides at
[01:05.70]Action Park.
[01:06.57]A mother****er stuck me, and that ain't funny son, so
[01:09.03]I got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun.
[01:11.52]Cuz phony mother****ers
[01:12.54]I froze, it's a fact,
[01:13.62]I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.
[01:16.59]L is the rebel type,
[01:17.76]I'm rough as a metal pipe, **** a
[01:19.32]Benz, cuz
[01:19.83]I could pull skins on a pedal-bike.
[01:21.54]Props, I got the most, no
[01:22.86]MC comes close,coast-to-coast, shows
[01:24.81]I host, foes
[01:25.44]I roast, adios,
[01:26.34]I'm ghost...
[01:28.68]Refrain Verse
[01:29.58]Two: D'Shawn
[01:30.15]Yo, street ? in
[01:32.34]New York is a place this mother****er stands with a machete
[01:35.43]I'm a crazy
[01:36.06]Eddie Scissorhands.
[01:36.99]Born with such a thirst to kill,
[01:39.03]I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill.
[01:42.06]Cuttin' mother****er-mother****ers down with a hundred pound axe like
[01:44.97]I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
[01:47.19]So in a battle
[01:48.12]I be stabbin',choppin'
[01:49.29]MCs like trees, piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
[01:52.38]I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra, makin' pain appear cuz
[01:56.37]I'm-a grab arusty chain to make a noose to choke your ass so hard, you're spittin' ****in'
[02:01.41]Adam's Apple juice.
[02:02.40]So come check the magic show by
[02:04.08]Deshawn, and witness the way
[02:05.61]I put you to death with a magic wand.
[02:07.53]Turnin' your home to a casket, turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard.
[02:12.45]Cuz I love to keep
[02:13.71]MCs sufferin', beggin' for big, heavy bags of
[02:16.68]Bufferin.
[02:17.43]Baseball battin' 'em, splattin' 'em, so many homicide records, my cases went platinum.
[02:23.16]D'Shawn is nice; known for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice.
[02:27.87]Just pain and punishment from the
[02:29.70]Boogie Down
[02:30.27]Bronxter...
[02:30.99]D'Shawn the maniac street mobster.
[02:37.08]Refrain Verse
[02:40.71]Three: Lord
[02:41.01]Finesse It's the
[02:43.11]F-I-N-E-double-
[02:44.43]S-E, don't play or stress me
[02:46.32]Cause that shit don't impress me
[02:48.09]I make papes off the ****in'
[02:49.62]I create, and then dictate
[02:51.39]So get your mother****ing facts straight
[02:53.40]I got skills and
[02:54.30]I'm hard to kill,
[02:55.35]So y'all bitch-ass rappes better chill and just guard your grill
[02:58.47]You grab a mic and always get hype
[03:00.27]Talkin bout ****ing mother****ers up
[03:01.68]When you can barely beat your bitch-ass right
[03:03.45]So stop ridin my dilznick cause
[03:05.58]I can still kick the ill ****in' on the mother****ing real tip
[03:08.43]Hit like Foreman when
[03:09.69]I'm brawlin
[03:10.32]Those who think
[03:10.98]I'm fallin,
[03:11.61]I'll play your monkey-ass like a organ
[03:13.47]I got crazy ****ers in the city noid
[03:15.36]Got mad mother****ers, but it's not cause
[03:17.19]I'm a mother****ing pretty-boy
[03:18.60]I'm ruthless,
[03:19.47]I'm not on that goody-goody tip
[03:21.03]That ****in' played out with that
[03:22.23]Beat Street/
[03:22.68]Electric Boogie ****in'
[03:23.58]I'll stomp any rapper that you ??? if they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat
[03:29.04]And go 'head with they master plan
[03:30.90]Stevie Wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can
[03:33.99]You can't hang and you're fallin fast
[03:36.09]You rappers that's trash better dash and start haulin ass
[03:39.24]Cuz I'm out to rag ****in'
[03:40.80]Mother****er up a show, collect my dough and step off with a bad bitch
[03:44.01]Spectators always have the best time
[03:46.26]When they come to a show and hear a funky
[03:48.09]Lord Finesse rhyme
[03:49.17]I'm out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures
[03:51.63]You'll never catch
[03:52.20]Finesse associating with ****ing gangsters
[03:54.51]I work overtime when it's time to go for mine
[03:56.79]Crab-ass rappers, don't even front cuz ya'll know the time
[03:59.64]So it's time for me to step
[04:01.23]Peace to Showbiz and
[04:02.37]AG and I'm off to the left
[04:04.11]Refrain Verse
[04:07.02]Four: AG Check-check-check it.
[04:15.42]A to the G is gonna wreck it.
[04:16.98]On stage, on my record, so ****in' don't forget it.
[04:19.50]I'm the man.
[04:20.19]The one-man-band is on my right hand. (His name is Show nitwit, so get wit the program)
[04:25.26]I get a hit from my buddha blessed.
[04:27.00]Turn my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best.
[04:30.09]I like my pockets fat, never ever flat.
[04:32.31]Mother****ers wanna jack, my .45 ain't havin' that.
[04:35.10]Hoes get no dough, so why try?
[04:36.99]Think it's gonna be a hit 'n' run?
[04:38.76]Wrong, it's a drive-by.
[04:40.23]Mother****ers catchin' tantrums,because your girl's never safe around the
[04:43.89]Midnight Phantom.
[04:45.27]They predicted
[04:46.20]I'm-a fall; they must be down with
[04:48.00]Michael Jackson cuz that ****in' is
[04:49.47]Off The Wall.
[04:50.37]You don't believe me, ask that brother
[04:51.84]Show: snatchin' hotties, grabbin' hotties, lettin' mother****ers know.
[04:55.38]You come wrong if you don't come strong...
[04:57.81]YOU BETTER
[04:58.14]CATCH WREC
[04:58.80]K! ****er,
[04:59.52]I made the song.
[05:00.54]Styles will vary, they won't carry over.
[05:02.85]Don't **** with no
[05:03.66]Devil, I'd rather marry
[05:05.07]Oprah. Yeah, you got it,
[05:06.54]I'm pro-black, and my skills are so phat,
[05:08.88]I pay my dues,
[05:09.75]I don't owe jack.
[05:10.74]You bite my style,
[05:11.64]I can spot it.
[05:12.42]Tryin' real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you don't got it.
[05:15.90]And my skills are excellent.
[05:18.18]Diggin' in the
[05:18.78]Crates and it's time to
[05:19.92]Represent!
[05:20.58]Refrain