Текст песни Lord Finesse - Show `Em How We Do Things
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[Lord Finesse]Aw yeah, I got brothers from around the way in the house, youknow what I`m saying? Yo check it out, check it out I got my man Shel-Rumble in the house I got my man Harry-O in the house I got my man Rock-A-Lot in the houseYo, yo, we gonna do it like this, check it outI know some brothers with the skills to rock rightProblem is they don`t be getting no spotlightThey got potential as good as any othersSo I`m a take time out to kick it with them brothersThey brothers are professional, crazy intellectualJust some fellas I got to give credit toThey rolling strong, know right from wrongThey got skills, so I got to put `em onSo Shel-Rumble (What`s up?) Since this is a three man crew thingPut down the 40 and show `em how we do things[Shel-Rumble]Shel-Rumble, yeah, that`s the nameI`m a kick this off just like a football gameI`m stepping out with my mic in my right handBagging up rappers and throwing their rhymes in the trash canThey play the roll like they hard but yet they sit offPut me against the best and I`ll still get my shit offI`m like Simon so you`d better do what Simon SaysI`m not Christopher Williams, but yo, I`m making promisesMy style`s treacherous, it`s so impetuousI`ll go all out if a chump tries to step to thisSo hear the flavor through the speakersI get the ladies strung just like sneakersI`m a brother who`s too hard to touchCause if you try my crew we`ll jump in just like double dutchYou`ll get bombarded if you come unprepared sonCause yo (There`s no such thing as a fair one)So step, to avoid a fucking crack toothRhymes are insulated, that means I`m wack proofYou`re just the opposite, you`re nothing but a small fryWeak MC coming up for a black guySo don`t provoke a sagaCause you`ll catch amnesia just like the central park joggerThat`s what happens when cases gets drasticI`ll give you two options, step or get that ass kickedSo, jot this down before you hail aMC getting shit sewn just like a tailorI get smooth, rough, rugged, raw, and swiftToo tough to bluff, so rough you just driftAway, now can I get a hip-hip hooray?I say shit that you never would have thought to sayRhymes poured just enough so we can quench your thirstI guarentee I`ll have you saying "Kick another verse"Or, if you feel that`s not your styleI guarantee you`ll be laid back with a Kool-Aid smileOn your grill, you chill, I`m for realAs my rhyme fulfills Shel-Rumble got skillsI flaunt the gift on the mic the way a man shouldEven old folks be saying (That boy is damn good)Cause I flow so perfectlyThat`s why so many motherfuckers worship meI got skills, but that`s not why I`m hereI`m here to let you know I rock it like a PioneerSo Harry-O (What`s up?) You way far from frontingWon`t you get on the mic and show the people a little something[Harry-O]Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on waxing meBut since they`re no match to me they can`t do jack to meThe great rap pros slay rappers for funBust rhymes like a gun so run son or get doneMy rap style may change like a cashierAs I bust ass with shit I wrote last yearSo MC`s step up and press your luckI don`t give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka truckI watch MC`s get silenced when it comes to a challengeCause the shit I kick is knocking niggas off balanceWatch `em fall and crawl just like a babyHeading for the door yelling "Save me, save me"Don`t attempt to attack me, just shut your trap, BDon`t have me grab the mic and bust your ass like an acne pimpleCause ripping shop is simpleI tear mics up while Rock rips the instrumentalA part, so don`t start up a seminarCause we`ll bust your ass word to God, you can send AllahMy DJ`s no joke, and I`m hype, folksSo fuck around and get your turns and your mics brokeI take no shorts here, this ain`t last yearI`m getting swift, elevating in fast gearI creat rhymes and kick them, never will I fall victim, yoBrothers know the rap pro can flowAnd rap norm, both off and on platformYou couldn`t turn me off if I was hooked to a platformI get raw like bloody liver, make a rapper shiver and shakeSo make no mistake you`re stepping to the greatRap pro, I get raw cause it`s naturalMy cousin sport a fade and half-moon, I sport an afroFriends call my Harry-O, my real name`s Harry thoughI scream on rapper like the niggas did to Carry, soFinesse (Yeah yeah) my man, my cousinI know you`re going to kick some shit[Lord Finesse]You thought I wasn`t?When it comes to being funky I`ll show you who the boss is(Yo money rock that shit!) Hold your motherfucking horsesWait up, hold up, I sport the low cutIf rap was a game I`d leave opponents on a doughnutFunky warlord, top on the scoreboardDissing Finesse, that shit is uncalled forBrothers front and fret how they roll correctGrab the mic and think they pose a threatTalking about all the brothers they coulda killedI don`t care if you`re a New Jack or you`re older than Sugar HillCause I slay with no delayI stomp you out, so be about your wayYou can`t hang, you`re still in the slow poke zoneYou`re helpless like a patient in an old folks homeSo keep up with my further adventuresI`ll have it going on til I`m old with denturesI rock parties and tear the roof off of housesThink I can`t? Put your money where your mouth isGive me a mic, let me clear my throatGuaranteed I`ll send you home brokeFast and quick cause I`m quick with the giftGive me my money I don`t wanna hear shitAnd those who can`t rap, I don`t wanna hear jackI dust opponents in two minutes flatWhen it`s showtime, MC`s they don`t wanna fightThey start bitching saying (Why he have to come at night?)It`s the Funky Man the brother with the new swingLord Finesse just showing you how I do thingsYeah, like I saidGot the brothers in the house Harry-O and Shel-RumbleRock-A-Lot, my man Jazzy Jay, and I`m outta here like Sugar Ray, peace