[Intro: Showbiz]
Ayo, I be Showbiz from Showbiz & A.G
Down with Diggin' In The Crates
My main man, Lord Finesse, Diamond D
My man, DeShawn
And we got my motherfuckin' man Big L to make some motherfuckin' noise here
[Verse 1: Big L]
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 lot of 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
[Chorus: Big L]
Let 'em have it, L, give it to 'em, L
And let 'em have it, L, and give it to 'em, L
And let 'em have it, L, and give it to 'em, L
And let 'em have it
Check this out
[Verse 2: Big L]
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 Amtrak
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
Put foot put in your ass for bein' a crook
Hit with a vital hook and get your title took, yeah
[Outro: Showbiz]
Yeah, that was the brand-new flavor from my man, Big L
Had to bring y'all ammunition for '92 and beyond
And I'm signin' out of here, my name is Show-B-I-Z from 163
I'd like to say peace
Diggin' In The Crates, my man Lord Finesse, Diamond D
My partner Andre the Giant and my man DeShawn
We hittin' it hard for '92 and beyond, word up, peace
