Show and Prove Lyrics by Big Daddy Kane

Show and Prove Lyrics

    Verse One: Scoob

    Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
    My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
    I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
    And I'll be on your ass 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 shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
    I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
    You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin cards
    But if I got beef and it's time for code red
    My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
    So hurry up and skedaddle
    Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
    So where you from? England, you somebody great?
    You burnin Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
    I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
    I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
    Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone
    and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
    Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
    Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove

    Verse Two: Sauce

    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 dope 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 nigga doe
    Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
    N-B-A style, fann-tastic
    No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
    cuz 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 bookin 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
    Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I'm duckin, nay
    Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
    Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
    Try to get past when I blast, and you can HAND over your ass
    One line and that's fear
    Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
    So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
    Get on the mic it's time to show and prove

    Verse Three: 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 kid
    And make mad noise like a Metallica record
    I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin
    when I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
    Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
    If your shit stinks I'ma 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 locks you down like Rikers Isle
    And got more girls than a Trailerload 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

    Verse Four: Big Daddy Kane

    Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn?
    With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
    And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? Huh
    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 shit
    Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia
    That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
    You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
    What did I just show 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, leavin 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! Huh
    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 with speech impedi-ment, 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-I'm-Not-Sayin-I'm-The-Best, I'm just sayin I'm fuckin incredible!
    And let's just make one more thing understood
    That if I FART on a record, TRUST me nigga 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

    Verse Five: Jay-Z

    Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
    Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z
    Hey G!
    I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD
    And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me
    I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
    I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
    Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
    The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
    And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin with jigga
    I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga
    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 dope like poppy seed
    I live one rent from besides that be
    between get off my dick and stop jockin me
    When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound
    I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby
    So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
    Get on the mic and show and prove

    Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard

    Come on
    Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm
    Rain on your college ass, 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 GOD DAMNED FATHER!"
    It's all about me in the place to be
    Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
    Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame
    How many enemies wanna claim the name
    Of Ason, who carries on like a manager
    YO!, SOUNDS FLY RIGHT? DANGER!!!

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