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
