歌词
Show &A.G.-Next Level
Written by ：AG/Show
All I see is blinking lights track boards and fat mics
950s SP12s MP60s
Sh*t is thumping ear drums pumping
The sh*t is type hype cause the sample is tight right
Bite this one and leave teethless
Never sweat that
Cause I'm a cool cat just like Heathcliff
Peep this give up the loot
It's '94and b**ch a**ni**as yeah they still get the boot
The Northlakes cause I be flowing in all states
Show kept digging and digging now he got more crates
That's right ni**a roll that dime and I'm
The only living matter that controls my mind
Peace to every single rapper on this whole earth
Sell-out's got no worth
I think they better go soul search
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
Now here I go again ready to flow again
And if the coast ain't clear hell 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 arrest
Try to triple team the best
Then where's Party at
Lost to no one a warrior like Shogun
And when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the hoes come
I bruise your feelings confidence is to the ceiling
If I'm sick I pick a chick for sexual healing
I'm unique a freak like Malik
In the twilights with more highlights than Dominique
Around my boys is where the jel stops
Up to the streets the jeeps my peeps in the cell blocks
I'm not the best but I give you stress
To flatter me your strategy gotta be more complex than chess
Stop bluffing cause you ain't saying nothing G
And start ducking I'm the A to the f**king G
Last LP we got down right
Showed all these corny motherf**kers what hip-hop's supposed to sound like
See A G and the brother Show
Quiet as kept it's best that you step on the low
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
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 gone like the past
What's the remedy
Suckers better get they own identity
And to the enemy you better roll like it's ten of me
Fake lords they get strangled with mic cords
Taking beats from my LP for sure ain't healthy
Patterson Projects is where I rest
But I claim the whole planet cos it's mine goddamn it
I'm God quick to pull a fake brother card
Wrecked Boston running sh*t in Portland like Rod
It's hard to face defeat when you're raised in the street
No surrender and no retreat
Now dance with the devil no not hardly
Even though I mamba like La Bamba and smoke g**ja like Bob Marley
A bag of sess puts me at my rest
You say it's silly that's my theory
Get the philly and let it rest
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten
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