(feat. Diamond D, Lord Finesse)



Ah keep on, and you don't stop [x8]



[Diamond]

Yo, praise the Lord for Showbiz

My partner with the beats with the Nikes on his feet

Buying old records is a habit

I get more run than a Volkswagon Rabbit

You know I gotta have it

I got more props than the cop Paul McGary

Who played on Hawaii Five-O

And I formed a production company with Show

And Jay's Studio is the lab (The lab)

But the session is closed because I know you got a big nose

Trying to skip out the name

You lack originality, and that's a damn shame

Don't front, I know I got you open

Like a pack of Coke and yo I pulled your coat and

I'm not the one to be gamed on

I didn't know it was your girl we ran the train on

But no hard feelings, your girl was appealing

Did my share of dealing sexual healing

You didn't know she was a groupie

But I'm a put you up on a scoop, B

Used to live in Forrest, my daughter lives in Morris

Used to play softball with my man Horace

I kick flavor like my man Sonny Chiba

Aries is my sign, I'm compatible with Libra

I like to program beats

Diamond D is out, I wanna say peace

Showbiz, there's deals to make

So let's get busy and dig in the crates



[Showbiz]

Yo, thank the Lord for Diamond D

No afro, instead he keeps dreads in his head

My partner from the past from 163rd

Back when I was a hoodlum beating on nerds

Started way back (Way back when?)

About 12 years ago, I was 9, he was 10

Before smoking weed or hanging out and playing hooky

We used to breakdance and the jam's "Electric Boogie"

Girls walk jocking, my nickname's Rock and

Rhymes I was shocking, beats I was clocking

Step up and see Showbiz perfrom and

My beats is hard like big George Foreman

So MC's and DJ's thought they were nice and

Get upset like Buster did to Tyson

That was in Japan and he's still my man

???? outside Dapper Dan

Wait a minute, that's a different subject

Talk about the Moet and the pipe that's in effect

Back to the Show, the Show B-I-Z

Down with D.I.T.C., A.G. is my MC

Relying on the Giant, the Giant I'm relying

Never lying on the track because I'm not a crack client

Girls stick like Crazy Glue, they think they're getting dough

But I treat hoes like drugs, I just say no

I lamp in the residence and keep dead presidents

It's a fact, I like my pockets fat not flat

A rapper not a singer, so I hope you don't bring a

Product to me, so go ahead you humdinger

Show's about to blow in '91 so I'm straight

Down with the crew called "Diggin' in the Crates"



[A.G.]

So get back, get your sticks, get your bats

Get your licks and I'm a still get fat

Try to diss and get the backhand

I'm dressed in black, a black hat for a black man

The Giant is better and clever

Go ahead sleep, and you'll rest forever and ever

I'm like a bomb, sometimes I'm calm

No telling what can happen when the mic is in my right palm

Yeah, Showbiz too deep, but don't sleep

Go ahead and retreat or face agony of defeat

A.G. is in command

You remember the black hat? At the bottom are my Timberlands

Save it, if you think you pose a threat

Just chill and watch how many hoes I get

Now you sweat the props I got

(Kick a rhyme) A rhyme? Sure, why not?

Always get fat to a hype track

So Finesse (What's up?) Sike, give me that mic back

The crowd I'll catch up, microphone master

Finger licking and kicking lyrics from here to Africa

I'm the bold kind, my rhyme's a goldmine

Let it off, set it off, just for old times

Think you're ready for this? You battle, you lose

You brittle rapper, your rhymes are scribble scrabble

The Giant is greater so I'm great

Down with the group called Diggin' in the Crates



[Lord Finesse]

Yeah yeah, we gonna set it off like this...

Now when it comes to lyrics, mics I pulverise

It's Lord Finesse, time to go for mine

So stand back, let the men play

I put rhymes in shape just like Ben Gay

I'm great and honorable, suckers I bomb a few

I run more games than a carnival

I'm a get mine, as soon as you say "start"

Sweat hoods and funky rhymes is my trademark

I'm a get fame, not from her or his name

Cause yo (What's up?) I'm funkier than a shit stain

Mics I smoke, rhymes I hurl

My hobby is collecting fly-looking girls

Strictly for the ladies, call me Lord Finesse

And I'm all about money and sex

Finesse is the name to say, and I came to play

We could have fun, but put the whips and chains away

Sex and money is what makes me a happy man

And I sport more styles than Jackie Chan

I keep rising, I'm not the type to sink low

Me take a loss on the mic? I don't think so

Lord Finesse is out to make papes

Down with the crew called Diggin' in the Crates