Chill Rob G - Let Me Show You Lyrics
(Baby)(Get down)[ VERSE 1 ]The truth will set you free, let you see the lightYou don't need to watch TV tonightAnd stop talkin while I'm speakin or start walkinCoke you're smokin got you gaggin and coughinIt's a beacon of light that I presentIlluminatin the mic with common senseI profile the style of the Chill oneNow close your eyes, son, cause I'm the rising sunBack up, don't sweat me, let me earn my payPeople fiendin for funky tracks we layNeed I say I built my rep onThe fact when others turned back I kept onRhymin, climbin, the timin, the fist fighterAll you crumb snatchers, I'm here to diss bitersI don't trust you any further than I can throw youYou have any doubts? Look, let me show you[ VERSE 2 ]What type of thing are you into? These rhymes I'm bringin youAre sort of like slingin you, I'll tell you a thing or twoI see what's in front of me, the G is no wanna-beI hope you know this ain't as hype as it's gonna beI know I'm original, the G is no criminalNever switchin position cause the condition is terminalI do what I gotta do like a brother's supposed toI'm livin my life right like I took an oath toI'm pushin my way through, I won't let you slow me downChill is a prefix, Rob is a proper nounG is for greatness, I don't wanna debate thisThe way that I'm risin I appear to be weightlessI may sound crazy, this might look easySuckers don't faze me, crabs don't skeeze meYou wanna know the time, then bust a rhymeHere's my favorite line - let me show you[ VERSE 3 ]I hear a lot of rappers who seem to lacklusterExecute your rhyme with all the force that you can musterJust a hint, as I sprint toward my own goalRob is chill, got skill and get stone-coldBut I'm a free thinker, I'll tinker with your brain gameMore when I put you on board my thought trainAll aboard, you can all applaud, and LordHave pity on a fake or flake or fraudThink you're cool? What a fool we take you forWastin time on rhymes that make you snorePuttin yourself to sleep is ridiculousTo shake you up, wake you up, we kick you thisSeems like you get up and go, got up and leftNow just watchin me you're all out of breathSit down, relax yourself, don't tax yourselfHere's a pretty good question to ask yourselfAm I lackin, how am I livin, am I givin all I got?If not, let me show you
