Live @ Rock N Will '92

[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