Represent

[Intro: A.G., Big L, DeShawn]

Aww, yeah! The A-to-the-motherfuckin' G-is back

Rollin' with the motherfuckin' Goodfellas

I got two of my boys here, newest members of the D.I.T.C  — speak up

Yo, this the Big motherfuckin' L

From 139 and Lenox, you know what I'm sayin'?

Sayin' what's up to Showbiz & A.G. 'cause they got it goin' on!

Yo, this the Bald Headed Assassin, DeShawn E. Thunder

Representin' with my peoples Diggin' In The Crates

Peace to my brothers from 129 Uptown

Aww yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Look out

D.I.T.C. in the motherfuckin' effect

Lethal!

[Hook]

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

[A.G.] Yeah, Big L is the first to represent!

[Verse 1: Big L]

Yo, on the mic is Big L! That brother who kicks flav, God

Known for sendin' garbage MC’s to the graveyard

I pack a gat, not a slingshot

Step to this and get a ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got

Or get beat to ya death like Cochise

My laws is no peace, FUCK the police!

MC's be braggin' about cash they collect

But them chumps is like Ray Charles, 'cause they ain't seen no money yet

Trash rappers I tax and spark

I be wettin' niggas up like water rides in Action Park

A nigga stuck me, and that ain't funny, son

So I got money, dunn, they wet him and his honey bun

'Cause phony faggots I froze

It’s a fact I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows

L is the rebel type, I'm rough as a metal pipe

Fuck a Benz, 'cause I could pull skinz on a pedal-bike!

Props I got the most, no MC comes close

Coast-to-coast shows I host, foes I roast

Adios, I'm ghost!

[Hook]

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

[A.G.] Grab the mic, D'Shawn, because you gotta represent

[Verse 2: DeShawn]

Yo, street corners in New York is the place this nigga stand

With a machete, I'm a crazy Eddie Scissorhands

Born with such a thirst to kill

I can tap 200 quarters from a 50 dollar bill

Cuttin’ bitch-niggas down with a hundred-pound axe

Like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks

So in a battle, I be stabbin'

Choppin' MC's like trees, piece-by-piece buildin' cabins

I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra

Makin' pain appear 'cause I'ma grab a

Rusty chain to make a noose

To choke your ass so hard, you're spittin' fuckin' Adam's Apple juice!

So come check the magic show by DeShawn

And witness the way I put you to death with the magic wand

Turnin' your home to a casket

Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard!

'Cause I love to keep MC's sufferin'

Beggin' for big, heavy bags of Bufferin

Baseball battin' 'em, splattin' 'em

So many homicide records, my cases went platinum!

DeShawn is nice!

Known for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice

Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter!

DeShawn — the maniac street monster!

[Hook]

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

[A.G.] It's time to get funky, so you better represent

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

[A.G.] C'mon, Lord Finesse, 'cause you gotta represent

[Verse 3: Lord Finesse]

It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E

Don't play or stress me, 'cause that shit don't impress me

I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate

So get ya motherfuckin' shit straight

I got skills and I'm hard to kill

So y'all bitch-ass rappers better chill and just guard ya grill

Y'all grab a mic and always gettin' hype

Talkin' 'bout fuckin' niggas up when you can barely beat your dick right

So stop ridin' my dilznick

'Cause I can still kick the ill shit on a motherfuckin' real tip

Hit like Foreman when I'm brawlin'

Those who think I'm fallin', I'll play ya monkey-ass like a organ

I got crazy niggas in the city 'noid

Got mad bitches, but it's not 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' pretty-boy

I'm ruthless! I'm not on that goody-goody tip

That shit played out with that Beat Street/Electric Boogie shit

I'll stomp any rapper that you have compete

If they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat

And go 'head with they master plan

Stevie Wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can

You can't hang and you're fallin' fast

You rappers that's trash better dash and start haulin' ass

'Cause I'm out to wreck shit

Fuck up a show, collect my dough and step off with a bad bitch

Spectators always have the best time

When they come to a show and hear a funky Lord Finesse rhyme

I'm out to get bigger, lounge and make quick figures

You'll never catch Finesse associatin’ with bitch niggas

I work overtime when it's time to go for mine

Crab-ass rappers, don't even front 'cause y'all know the time

So it's time for me to step

Peace to Showbiz & A.G., and I'm off to the left

[Hook]

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

[A.G.] When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

[A.G.] When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent

[Verse 4: A.G.]

Check-check-check it

A-to-the-G is gonna wreck it on stage, on my record

So nigga, don't forget it

I'm the man, the One-Man-Band is on my right hand

("His name is Show, nit-wit, so get with the program")

I take a hit from the buddha bless

Turn my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best

I like my pockets fat, never ever flat

Niggas wanna jack? My .45 ain't havin' that

Hoes get no dough, so why try?

You think it's gonna be a hit 'n' run? Wrong, it's a drive-by

Niggas catchin' tantrums

Because your girl's never safe around the Midnight Phantom

They predicted I'mma fall?

They must be down with Michael Jackson 'cause that shit is "Off the Wall"

You don't believe me? Ask that brother Show

(Snatchin' hotties, grabbin' shotties, lettin' motherfuckers know)

You come wrong if you don't come strong

"You better catch wreck!" Motherfucker, I made the song!

Styles will vary, they won't carry over

Don't fuck with no Devil, I'd rather marry Oprah

Yeah, you got it, I'm pro-black

And my skills are so phat, I paid my dues, I don't owe jack

You bite my style, I can spot it

Tryin' real hard to get it, you can forget it because you don't got it

And my skills are excellent

Diggin' In The Crates, and it's time to represent!

[Hook]

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

[A.G.] Big L and D'Shawn, yeah, they had to represent

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

[A.G.] Lord Finesse and A.G., yeah, we had to represent

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")

("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")