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Show & Prove

Big Daddy Kane

Daddy's Home

1994

[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track

Sick) hey, I've got a way
Let's fill them up with peanuts and popcorn
And then see how they play
Hey, Mr Vendor, listen to me
Those Jacksons could use

for a minute

JK: And I got beat up a lot in high school
So I didn't wanna go back to high school

JK: And this is something that
To be honest with

The Massive Improve'lence

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

say it? 'nay'kin'? oh!

Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow

and hide

You guys end up doing anything?
I moved on her very heavily
In fact I took her out furniture shopping
Furniture?
She wanted to get some furniture
I

long in a gunfight
Manna get shit up
Yeah, heads get pricked off
If I know where you live
Doors get kicked off
Then plenty of shots get licked off
Bill

might get bit by a bird
Steady switching like Irving get the bag and watching the ladies trip I'm certain
Said you're independent but still want a lame

muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang

[Verse 2:

this crazy world after patience, could we get the pearl?
But this world, which teaches me, preaches me how to curl

Oh, fuck the school
All we got is

Order in court, order in the court
No one else but Mr jones has the
Right to be speaking right now
Order in the court or I’m gonna
Start making some

on a bloodbath in the street
Survive my nigga if you wanna get up
Better get with the Byrdgang

I can pipe, right? I can type, right?
Mines is real, nigga what ya

soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought

you know who broke up
Oh my god Faith I don't like where this is going
I'm going to pick you up at 10 and then we're going to turn the fuck up
Noooo, no

Pei told her quit with the playing get naughty (Freaky!)
Me and Flow Jones an army I fuck with lil bro the long way (My dawg!)

Searchin, searchin, I

up in Geneva
Oh man, I did it again, didn't I?
Destroyed his Bando with a solar flare
I'm in the club listening to the brown note
My dogs will do

feel the real touch
Find a real Mrs. 'til the fog is gone
With God as my witness, I'ma sober up
I'ma sober up

I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal

Confessions

Cam'ron

Confessions of Fire

1998

was speakin

(Cam speaking in tongues)

Then I woke up to loud preaching
Oh that's just the Pastor
Flippin through the Bible
Reading the scriptures

Roll Call Reloaded

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

and a semi
I'm ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi
I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff up in my kidney

[Verse 5 - Chamillionaire -

motherfuckers can't sit here and mock me feel like Bizzy Bone
Nigga coulda been a star, but he couldn't get off that shit like Jon Jones
Yea that bitch is a model

Dogghouse in Your Mouth

Mix Master Spade

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies

Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in

Powerfulll

Kardinal Offishall

Quest for Fire: Firestarter, Vol. 1

2001

low low low
Take it low take it low, take it low
Yo!
I said yo, I said yo, I said yo
Yeah
Kardinal is walkin' (yo) just how we be talking (Yo)

Ware, who dare gon' test how dope my pot is
No, I never sold dope, check my pen and see I'm a lier
I'm kerosene to a fire
So what you need, I'll supply ya

to what I called my life

Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by army, beast, or flood

You’s a bitch with ho intentions
You need to get fucked
That’s why I sent some homos to come get you
Lolo, Bobo, and Mr pump Pistols
You faggots is done