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点击复制Show And Prove - Jay-Z
Bust a move we show and prove
Ha ha hey hey laugh now ni**a
My man's right behind you Kane pull the trigger
I don't play I'm from the hill where sh*t is real
And I'll be on your a** 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
I'm hitting hard oh word I'm gon' rock it
Once the sh*t drops that's dough to the pocket
I cut hair and you still can't get no part
You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playing cards
But if I got beef then it's time for code red
My gun is like a ho it be taking mad niggas to bed
So hurry up and skedaddle
Even if you join the army you still couldn't battle
So where you from England you somebody great
You burning Scoob i don't think so mate
I got the style that get you open like a bag of smoke
I'll have your friends saying ah man that sh*t is d**e
Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
And play like e t and phone your black a** home
Yo sauce if you're down with the groove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
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 d**e like sauce money you didn't do it
I write my own with bigger hope drink of scope
Wrote what I figured nope damn you dig a ni**a doe
Rhymes too drastic bastard pull hookers like elastic
Nba style fantastic
No time to bite but I just might tonight
I write left handed cause I like to grab my dick with my right
Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play
Win lose or draw I'm booking whores anyway
As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie
If I was Fred I think I'd have to bone betty
Sucking and lucking hey niggas I'm ducking nay
Nada no never meaning ain't no motherf**king way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast and you can hand over your a**
One line and that's fear
Rappers get so damn p**sy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim if you're down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
I spark the mic like w**d 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 kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record
I'm psycho a villain to the styles I be killing
When I'm thrusted and all competition gets dusted
Cause I rock the world from u s a to Asia to Russia
If your sh*t stinks I'mma 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 lock sh*t down like rikers isle
And got more girls than a trailer load with shabba
More super than cat I'm the Punani don dada
So big daddy if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Now tell me who is the man
With the high potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And stepping to me thinking I can be touched
Not even Michael Jordan'll 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 that's that sh*t
Drop lyrics on ya strong as ammonia
That'll dethrone ya scorn ya joan ya I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya fake as a cubic Zirconia
What I just shown 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 that's feared great leaving 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
If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run
I see the way you're trying to get to me
But with that speech impediment man you gotta come better g
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with
The non resistable non competible
No no no I'm not saying I'm the best
I'm just saying I'm f**king incredible
And let's just make one more thing understood
That if I fart on a record trust me ni**a it'll sound good
So jay z if you're down with the groove my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
One checking it two checking it three
Check out the j check out the a check out the y check out the z
Aright
I'm breaking MC's up like epmd
And these nuts if you rappers trying to see me
I'm buckwild with styles ta dow
I've been in it running a hundred miles I'm well endowed baby gal
Uhh the greatest ni**a to touch it you niggas can't f**k with
The incredible skills of the g from brooklyn big up kid
And ain't no eating me up you fast f**king with jigga
I'm like prince jeans I bring the a** out a ni**a
When I rock it it's in the pocket baby mop it don't knock it
Till you try it once you start you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed I'm d**e like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
Between get off my dick and stop jocking me
When I bust a rhyme you're digging the sound
I know you loving the way it's going down baby
So Ason huh if you're down with the groove why don't ya
Get on the mic and show and prove
Come on
Wu tang killa bees on a swarm
Rain on your college a** disco dorm
Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't 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 I'll be like well god damn what's the recipe
I don't know I ask my momma she don't know
She says go ask your goddamn father
It's all about me in the place to be
Niggas think they all that yo that sh*t is g
Mad game and it's a motherf**king shame
How many enemies wanna claim the name
Of Ason who carries on like a manager
Yo sounds fly right
Danger