Show & Prove

[Scratches: DJ Premier]

Bust a move, we show and prove

Bust a move, we show and prove

Bust a move, we show and prove

Bust a move, we show and prove

[Verse 1: Scoob]

Haha, hey, hey, laugh now, nigga

My man's right behind you, Kane, pull the trigger

I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real

And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield

So bring your grip or you can think twice

'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice

I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it

Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket

I cut hair and you still can't get no part

You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playing cards

But if I got beef then it's time for code red

My gun is like a ho, it be taking mad niggas to bed

So hurry up and skedaddle

Even if you join the army, you still couldn't battle

So where you from? England, you somebody great?

You burning Scoob, "I don't think so mate"

I got the style that get you open like a bag of smoke

I'll have your friends saying "Ah man, that shit is dope"

Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone

And play like E.T. and phone your black ass home

Yo, Sauce, if you're down with the groove

Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove

[Verse 2: Sauce Money]

Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic-tac-toe

When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back

I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder

How you got dope like Sauce Money, you didn't do it

I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope

Wrote what I figured, nope, damn, you dig a nigga doe

Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic

NBA style, fantastic

No time to bite, but I just might, tonight

I write left-handed' cause I like to grab my dick with my right

Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play

Win lose or draw, I'm booking whores, anyway

As I get ready, I'm steady, if I go crazy, I'd take Eddie

If I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty

Sucking and lucking, hey, niggas I'm ducking, nay

Nada, no, never, meaning ain't no motherfuckin' way

Rappers get gassed, come on and get fast

Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass

One line and that's fear

Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear

So Shyheim, if you're down with the groove

Get on the mic it's time to show and prove

[Verse 3: Shyheim]

I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher

And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger

So check me out, as I flip this here track kid

And make mad noise like a Metallica record

I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killing

When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted

'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia

If your shit stinks, I'ma flush ya then bust ya

Like a crazy man from Cali, son

My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?

You know my style, I put the F in effin foul

The Rugged Child lock shit down like Rikers Isle

And got more girls than a trailer load with Shabba

More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada

So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man

Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove

[Verse 4: Big Daddy Kane]

Now tell me, who is the man?

With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand

And stepping to me, thinking I can be touched?

Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo

I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it

I come for your title kid, run it!

Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit

Aw yeah, that's that shit

Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia

That'll dethrone ya, scorn ya, joan ya, I tried to warn ya

You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia

What I just shown ya, real lyrics doggone ya

Look inside my rap book at every text my man

And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican

The Messiah that's feared great, leaving rappers in a weird state

Scared straight, for their prepared fate

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant

So well in it with every single element

And competition gets none

If I was wearing pantyhose, you still couldn't give me no run

I see the way you're trying to get to me

But with that speech impedi-ment, man, you gotta come better, G

You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again

Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with

The non-resistable, non-competible

No, no, no, I'm not saying I'm the best

I'm just saying I'm fucking incredible

And let's just make one more thing understood

That if I fart on a record, trust me, nigga, it'll sound good

So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow

Get on the mic, it's time to show and prove

[Verse 5: JAY-Z]

One checking it two, checking it three

Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z

Aight, G!

I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD

And these nuts if you rappers trying to see me

I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow

I've been in it running a hundred miles, I'm well endowed, baby gal

Uh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggas can't fuck with

The incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up, kid

And ain't no eating me up, you fast fuckin' with Jigga

I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga

When I rock it, it's in the pocket, baby, mop it, don't knock it

'Til you try it, once you start, you can't stop it

I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed

I live one rent from besides that be

Between get off my dick and stop jockin' me

When I bust a rhyme, you're diggin the sound

I know you loving the way it's goin' down, baby

So Ason, huh, if you're down with the groove

Why don't ya get on the mic and show and prove?

[Verse 6: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Come on

Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm

Rain on your college ass, disco dorm

Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget

You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit

Because the way that I dress this style mad wild

Enough to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!"

Whether at a party or just in bed

All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head

Yeah, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky

Sometimes I'll be like "Well, goddamn, what's the recipe?"

I don't know, I ask my momma, she don't know

She says "Go ask your goddamn father!"

It's all about me in the place to be

Niggas think they all that, yo, that shit is G

Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame

How many enemies wanna claim the name

Of Ason, who carries on like a manager

Yo! Sounds fly, right?

Danger!!!