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This  how it goes down

Keep on

And you don't stop

A keep it on

And you don't stop

Keep on

And you don't stop

Break it down one time for ya mind

Live and mother-fucking direct for nine five

It's Showbiz and A.G.

And yours truly

The funky one

The Grand Imperial Lord Finesse

As it goes like this that y'all

Keep it on

It's like that y'all

Keep it on

It's like that

Ahh

It's Lord Finesse the rhyme vet

Like Biggie I'm ready to die but it ain't my fucking time yet

I bring the noise like static I cause havoc

When I grab the mic I pack a party like traffic

You know my style I got the hip sound

I should be a construction worker the way I be tearing shit down

One of the best you ought to shout it

I bust a ****'s ass and won't give two thoughts about it

Word

I hunt you down

I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around

I slay beginners sautee contenders

Shit

And be damned if I don't walk away the winner

I kick facts flip raps over hip tracks

You know what I'm saying

(Yeah, I can dig that)

I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked

When it comes to knowledge

I got jewels like the diamond district

I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest

The nicest

Chicken heads know my status

For those that's waiting to doubt

I'm a play like Pete rock and C.L. smooth and straighten it out

Ay, yo, Show, my man

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A.G., my man

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Ay, yo, Show, my man

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D-Flow, my man

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Check it, I got the herb to bomb your brain

I'm a threat like Saddam Hussein

**** better know my name

I flow the same in a competition

I break them clowns into something different

Buck 'em with the fucking Smith and Wesson

Emcees never leave my section

Finger on the trigger

I figure I kill that **** for stepping

I tote the four fifth riff and get your jaw shift

Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous

Ignore the style and get bucked down child

With the three pound pile, blaow

How you like me now?

The new improved flow

You know how I do so

Whatever

A mother-fucking terror like Cujo

I'm out to get mine i want mils, God

**** that feel hard chill

Fuck around and get your grill scarred

It's D-Flow you know my steelo, C-lo will let you know how we go

Chop him like a kilo and let him die

And then I'm add on like arithmetic

Suckers' careers get stopped so just watch who you riffing with

I'm on point with the snakes and fakes

Ain't the one (Think I am)

You hung like drapes

And it's proven

Point blank that's the conclusion

Seeing me losing

It's all an illusion

Like the raw ism

I'm a kiss him when I hurt him

Then desert him

Because the show and A.G. shit is sickening

Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual

Nights and north flakes, oh yes

They bless the physical

Promote the Glock

No, I'm not

I use it as an art

Ain't got heart to disrespect Hip-hop

Time to breeze

Now I'm gone

The greats is rolling strong

So, add on, and on

Ay, yo, Show, my man

(Add on, add on)

A.G., my man

(Add on, add on)

Ay, yo, Show, my man

(Add on, add on)

D-Flow my man

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