Next Level

All I see is blinkin' lights, track boards and fat mikes

950's, SP12's, MP60's

S*it is thumping ear drums pumpin'

The s*it is type hype 'cause the sample is tight right

Right that's one to leave teethless

Never sweat that 'cause I'm a cool cat just like Heathcliff

Peep this give up the loop

It's 94 and ***** ass ****** getting still with the boot

the north flakes 'cause I'll be flowing in all states

Show kept diggin' and diggin' and now he got more crates

that's right ***** roll that dime and I'm

the only living matter that controls my mind

peace to every single rapper on this whole earth

sellout's got no worth I think they better go soul searching...

Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten)

Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten)

Now here I go again ready to flow again

And if the course stay clear oh yeah I'm still going in

Get it together or you'll be laying on a stretcher

I betcha I'm a getcha the number one heart stresser

Sorry black that's right it's a cardiac

caress try to triple team the best then where's party at

Law's to no one and a warrior like Shogun

And when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the Ho's come

I bouge your feeling confidence is to the ceiling

If I'm sick I pick the chick for ***ual healings

I'm unique a freak like Malik

In the twilights with more highlights than Dominique

Around my boys is where the jell stops

Ups to the streets the jeeps my peeps in the cell blocks

I'm not the best but I give ya stress

To flatter me is strategy gotta be more complex than chess

Stop bluffin cause you ain't saying nothing gee

And start duckin I'm the A to the f****n G

Last LP we got down right

Showing all these corny motherf****rs what hiphop's supposed to sound like

See A.G. and the brother Show

Quiet as kept is best that you step on the low

Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten)

Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten)

Well it's me meaning the A to the dash

I'm fast to get the cash now I'm going like the path

What's the remedy suckas better get their own identity

And took the enemy you better roll like it's Cannamy

Fake lords they get strangled with mic cords

Taking beats from my LP for sure ain't healthy

Madison Projects is where I rest

But I claim the whole planet cause it's mine god dammit

I'm God took the bulla fake ?

Wreck Boston running s*it ?

It's hard to face the feet when you're raised in the street

No surrender and no patrique

Now dance with the devil no not hardly

Even though I mamba like a bomber and smoke ganja like Bob Marley

A bag of sess puts me at my rest

You say it's silly, that's my ??? hit the philly and let it rest