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Song title: Big Daddy Kane - Show & Prove

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Verse one: scoob

Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My mans right behind you, kane pull the trigger
I dont play, Im from the hill where shit is real
And Ill 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
Im hitting hard, oh word, Im gon rock it
Once the shit drops, thats dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still cant get no cards
You couldnt deal with scoob if we was playin cards
But if I got beef and its time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join a army, you still couldnt battle
So where you from?  england, you somebody great?
You burnin scoob, I dont think so mate
I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends ah-hah man, that shit aint dope
Leave me alone when Im rocking on the microphone
And play like e.t. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo sauce, if youre down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and wont ya show and prove

Verse two: sauce

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 didnt 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
N-b-a style, fann-tastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
Cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I dont get plenty play
Win lose or draw, Im bookin whores, anyway
As I get ready Im steady if I go crazy Id take eddie
If I was fred, I think Id have to bone betty
Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz Im duckin, nay
Nada no never meaning aint 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 thats fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic its time to show and prove

Verse three: shyheim

Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed thats 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
Im psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin
When Im thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
Cause I rock the world from u.s.a. to asia to russia
If your shit stinks ima 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 locks you down like rikers isle
And got more girls than a trailerload with shabba
More super than cat, Im the punani don dada
So big daddy, if youre down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and wont ya show and prove

Verse four: big daddy kane

Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn?
With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched?  huh
Not even michael jordanll 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
Ahh yeah, thats that shit
Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show 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 thats feared great, leavin 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!	huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldnt give me no run
I see the way youre trying to get to me,
But with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better g
Youre hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldnt last a minute with
The non-resistable, non-competible
No-no-im-not-sayin-im-the-best, Im just sayin Im fuckin incredible!
And lets just make one more thing understood
That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga itll sound good
So jay-z, if youre down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic its time to show and prove

Verse five: jay-z

Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the j, check out the a, check out the y, check out the z
Hey g!
Im breaking mcs up like epmd
And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
Im buckwild with styles, ta-dow
Ive been in it runnin a hundred miles Im well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz cant fuck with
The, incredible skills of the g from brooklyn, big up kid
And aint no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
Im like prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
When I rock it its in the pocket, baby mop it dont knock it
Till you try it, once you start, you cant stop it
Im the cocky breed, Im 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 youre diggin the sound
I know you lovin the way its, goin down baby
So ason huh, if youre down with the groove, why dont ya
Get on the mic and show and prove

Verse six: ol dirty bastard

Come on
Wu-tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and dont you ever forget
You couldnt 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
Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes Ill be like well God damn whats the recipe?
I dont know, I ask my momma she dont know
She says go ask your God damned father!
Its all about me in the place to be
Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is g
Mad game and its a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of ason, who carries on like a manager
Yo!, sounds fly right? danger!!!