Runaway Slave

[a.g]
Before becoming a runaway slave, here's a taste of
Mental slavery. a backtrack...

("you don't catch hell because you're a methodist or a baptist
You don't catch hell because you're a democrat or republilcan
You don't catch hell because you're a mason or an elk
And you sure don't catch hell because you're an american
Because if you were an american you wouldn't catch no hell
You don't catch hell because you're a black man.")

Check it, many try to come close
Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose
I'm not a joke and i go for broke
And while i'm laughing you'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke
Walk the streets and i play for keeps
And while i entertain suckers stay six feet deep
It was good while it lasted
Broken bones and asses, tombstones and caskets
I got fleeced, i'm not strapped, i'm a get you back
Me saying "mayday" with an ak, picture that
Getting my props while you're propless
And if you try and escape, we'll take grandma for hostage
I carry my joint
Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point
When dre's team goes to extremes call up an m.d.
Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty
Oh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the site
Whoever's next to step is knifed in broad daylight
Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off
I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off
If i get back i get out with the quickness
The d.a., the judge and the jury's on my hitlist
Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat
(what you did?) spoke to the witness, now the witness don't know jack
The giant and his crew are ill
We're sick-ass convicts, we're hard to kill

My boys from new york (is hard to kill)
The brothers from jersey (is hard to kill)
I say out in philly (is hard to kill)
And the brothers in boston (is hard to kill)
To all my peeps in cali (is hard to kill)
Don't forget about atlanta (is hard to kill)
To all my boys in connecticut (is hard to kill)
To my crew in texas (is hard to kill)

I'm around the way, 141st and 3rd
40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb
Another brother tried to get ill
And try to take me out on my block, he forgot i was hard to kill
I ran for cover so the brother missed
He hit my man in the head, now ed is dead, yo what is this?
I won't stop until i see him rest
He got popped by the cops, too late for the ems
Ain't no chance for survival (why's that?)
He tried to go head on, now he's dead on arrival
Now you know i don't play around
Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground
You want beef? well the more the merrier
And i'm a bury that man's clan in the same area
My entourage is fully strapped
Turning your hard bodyguards to wussy, and pussy cats
You know how we do it
Putting the glock to the test, go get your vest, i'm going right through it
He survived in intensive care
Did the impossible in the hospital (knocked him off right there)
I'm an expert at disposal
You see, everyone goes, on foes i'm killing hoes too
Nobody takes the witness stand
Your ass is out, i'm cleaning niggas out like spic 'n' span
You want beef with a mastermind?
But it's fine, pass the nine, now it's disaster time
I love conflict and confrontation
Killing enemies worse than kennedy's assassination
But that's not my style
I just got buckwild so i could prove i was versatile
Styles go on and on
A.g. is all about peace, speaking of peace, now i'm gone

To the brothers in d.c. (is hard to kill)
And the brothers in va (is hard to kill)
Down in north carolina (is hard to kill)
How about the brothers in maryland? (is hard to kill)

[showbiz]
Catchin' wreck y'all, on the microphone
Catchin' wreck huh, snapping necks yo (repeat 2x)

Ready, ready as can be, to make my debut on the m-i-c
Showbiz is my name i'm down with the goodfellas
I be down to average bootleggers
For selling my tapes on 125th
If they said i was weak i show and prove that's a myth
Cause show is what i give em, and "biz" is short for busy
If a nigga thinks he's great step up, who is he?
I have him slaving to the rhythm like toby akeze
I get him dizzy, i toss his ass like a frisbee
In other words a kite as his head takes flight
I'm not the type (mike tyson gets paid to fight)
So cut the bull, make sure your pockets are full
And stop trying to prove you got pull
Cause it's a simple beat that me and jay put together
It's time to catch wreck, yo dre now or never

[a.g.]
Catchin' wreck yo, that's the subject
I'll break a leg yo, but not a neck check (repeat 2x)

On my records you hear me kick a verse and
But i never sound worse in person
Matter fact, i only get better, and better and better
And never ever change with the weather
Now you step to a.g., you get your ass kicked
A few stitches a cast or a casket
I'm the calm one, but my crew is sort of sick
I'm low key, but my pockets stay thick
Thick like a shake, or thick like a brick
Matter fact better yet, thick like a...
Pass me a brew, a 40 ounce of dew
Take a sip then i pass it to the rest of my crew
I'm stemo, ready to catch demo
So i call showbiz inside the stretch limo
Gimme a beat and a bassline
Whoever think i'm wack come and take mine
A petty diss? i'll ignore it
But when it comes to hitting skins, you know i'm all for it
The pretty ones, the big titty ones
The cuties with the booties not the itty bitty ones
I line them up and knock em down like bowling pins
If i don't have a ride then i use my black tims

[showbiz]
Gotta catch wreck, gotta catch wreck
Gotta catch wreck, i gotta gotta...

Catchin' wreck y'all, on the microphone
Catchin' wreck y'all, snapping necks huh (repeat 2x)

I'm far from getting booed, i never met the sandman
The pointers is my sister, so yes we can-can
And act like a choir and clap with our hands
Or give a soul clap, that's my jam in demand
If brothers take a stand, we beating down clans
Put a peace sign in the air for the 90's that's my plan
I had to catch wreck to put the suckers in check
I had to catch wreck to get wrecked

[a.g.]
Catchin' wreck yo, that's the subject
I'll break a leg yo, but not a neck check (repeat 2x)

Show b-i-z, a.g. that's me
Andre the giant for those who can't see
Soon to be the fattest, i don't want to be the baddest
All i want to do is maintain my status
I might rap a tune but i'll never sing a song
I make my rhymes simple so you can sing along
You see me at a show, you know i'm good to go
You can tell cause i don't yell, all i do is flow

Catchin' wreck yo, that's the subject
I'll break a leg yo, but not a neck check (repeat 2x)

Refrain: ("i'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.

Verse one: big l

Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
Or get beat to your death like cochise,
My laws is no peace, fuck the police.
Mcs get braggin' about cash they collect,
But them chumps is like ray charles,
Cuz they ain't seen no money yet.
Trash rappers i tax and spark,
I be wettin' niggas up like water rides at action park.
A nigga stuck me, and that ain't funny son,
So i got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun.
Cuz phony faggots i froze, it's a fact,
I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.
L is the rebel type, i'm rough as a metal pipe,
Fuck a benz, cuz i could pull skins on a pedal-bike.
Props, i got the most, no mc comes close,coast-to-coast,
Shows i host, foes i roast, adios, i'm ghost...

Refrain

Verse two: d'shawn

Yo, street ? in new york is a place this nigga stands
With a machete i'm a crazy eddie scissorhands.
Born with such a thirst to kill,
I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill.
Cuttin' bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe
Like i was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle i be stabbin',choppin' mcs like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra,
Makin' pain appear cuz i'm-a grab arusty chain to make a noose
To choke your ass so hard, you're spittin' fuckin' adam's apple juice.
So come check the magic show by deshawn,
And witness the way i put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard.
Cuz i love to keep mcs sufferin',
Beggin' for big, heavy bags of bufferin.
Baseball battin' 'em, splattin' 'em,
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum.
D'shawn is nice;
Known for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice.
Just pain and punishment from the boogie down bronxter...
D'shawn the maniac street mobster.

Refrain

Verse three: lord finesse

It's the f-i-n-e-double-s-e,
Don't play or stress me
Cause that shit don't impress me
I make papes off the shit i create, and then dictate
So get your motherfuckin shit straight
I got skills and i'm hard to kill,
So y'all bitch-ass rappes better chill and just guard your grill
You grab a mic and always get hype
Talkin bout fuckin niggaz up
When you can bearly beat your dick right
So stop ridin my dilznick
Cause i can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip
Hit like foreman when i'm brawlin
Those who think i'm fallin, i'll play your monkey-ass like a organ
I got crazy niggas in the city noid
Got mad bitches, but it's not cause i'm a motherfuckin pretty-boy
I'm ruthless, i'm not on that goody-goody tip
That shit played out with that beat street/electric boogie shit
I'll stomp any rapper that you ???
If they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat
And go 'head with they master plan
Stevie wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can
You can't hang and you're fallin fast
You rappers that's trash better dash and start haulin ass
Cuz i'm out to rag shit
Fuck up a show, collect my dough
And step off with a bad bitch
Spectators always have the best time
When they come to a show and hear a funky lord finesse rhyme
I'm out to get bigger, lounge and make rich figures
You'll never catch finesse associating with bitch niggaz
I work overtime when it's time to go for mine
Crab-ass rappers, don't even front cuz ya'll know the time
So it's time for me to step
Peace to showbiz and ag and i'm off to the left

Refrain

Verse four: ag

Check-check-check it. a to the g is gonna wreck it.
On stage, on my record, so nigga don't forget it.
I'm the man. the one-man-band is on my right hand.
(his name is show nitwit, so get wit the program)
I get a hit from my buddha blessed.
Turn my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best.
I like my pockets fat, never ever flat.
Niggas wanna jack, my .45 ain't havin' that.
Hoes get no dough, so why try?
Think it's gonna be a hit 'n' run? wrong, it's a drive-by.
Niggas catchin' tantrums,because your girl's never safe around
The midnight phantom.
They predicted i'm-a fall;
They must be down with michael jackson cuz that shit is off the wall.
You don't believe me, ask that brother show:
Snatchin' hotties, grabbin' hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know.
You come wrong if you don't come strong...
You better catch wreck! mothafucker, i made the song.
Styles will vary, they won't carry over.
Don't fuck with no devil, i'd rather marry oprah.
Yeah, you got it, i'm pro-black,
And my skills are so phat, i pay my dues, i don't owe jack.
You bite my style, i can spot it.
Tryin' real hard to get it,
You can forget it, because you don't got it.
And my skills are excellent.diggin' in the crates
And it's time to represent!

Refrain

[intro: showbiz & a.g.]
Showbiz got props, tell me who got the props
A.g. got props, tell me who got the props
Give me my props for '92
It's me and showbiz, and this is what we gonna do
Give you some now, save some for later
Here's a portion, yo show, kick the flavor

[showbiz]
Record labels try and juice me (for what?) for my papers
The offer me a mule (and what else?) and 40 acres
I'm dissing snakes now, there's no time to catch the vapors
I'm not a pup (for what?) a muppet caper
And all the ghetto groupies get free with the quickness
And show concentrates and only thinks about business
I hate a sellout cause he puts me in a rage
I play krs and throw that ass off the stage
So give me my props cause i always stay clever
And ain't nothing changd but the weather
Get your act together, cause i got mines together
Don't front on the brother with the pelle pelle leather
I'm show b-i-z, my partner's a.g.
Chill with greg n-i-c-e or my brother d-r-e-s
And what's up to lord finesse
And i'd like to give shouts to my peeps shorty and wes
People say i'm soup, crazy cash i recoup
Nowadays i just troop in my green legend coupe

[a.g.]
Record companies try to juice me for my papers
They offer me a mule and about 40 acres
They try ot gain from my royalties
Push me towards the dotted line but you know i didn't sign
Labels know straight up when we meet
Interfere with my career and it's back to the streets
Bang bang or the pow pow
I settle the beef the best way i know how
Release the savage beast if i'm not taking care
Rap is my career and it's my only way outta here
Every chance i do damage
And i manage to use all the anger to my advantage
All that is cool, but my brain is the tool
Gimme my props so we all can rule
Don't show off my skills, i just sprinkle em
And you're sleeping on my props, wake up before you wrinkle them

Gimme my props yo, more than a cop yo
Til i master hip-hop, i won't stop yo (repeat 4x)

[showbiz]
The say bmw's a black man's wish
I wish for an sp-1200 and some discs
Negativity the least, my material's is cease
Saying peace to the brothers in the belly of the beast
People saying "why show wanna rhyme?"
I didn't wanna get back and do fed time
I wanna live right and exact, i don't wanna be the fat cat
Off the crack and have the feds down my back
If the money's stacked, take a step back, black
Or you'll be wearing four four numbers like a quarterback
I was raised one deep by mom dukes and no dad
And now i grab a #2 pencil and a pad
Or erasermate if i make mistakes i erase
And me a diamond go diggin' in the crates
(where's my 40 acres?) not the projects of course
I asked for a mule, i got an iron horse
Shit goes on as the song plays
Can a devil fool a muslim? nah, not nowadays

[a.g.]
On your mark, get set, pass the 40, let's jet
A fat rhyme is what you want, a fat rhyme is what you'll get
It's thorough, from begining to end
The beat is fat, what can i say? show you did it again
I got the hat on my head, pepe's on my behind
Fans on my back, and money on my mind
I don't sweat the stress, take the bitter with the sweet
Did i let you know i have the tims on my feet?
You know my stats when i came around
Saying "damn he's living fat" when i haven't even gained a pound
Friends til the end, never will i diss ya
My people's r.i.p., you know i'm gonna miss ya
40 acres and my props, the name of the song
A.g. is saying peace and i'm gone

Gimme my props yo, more than a cop yo
Til i master hip-hop, i won't stop yo (repeat 4x)

[a.g.]
He say, she say, brothers be yapping
Running they mouths and don't even know what happened
Just for conversation you run your lip
And now my man's got problems, so now he's got to flip
His girl is heated, and she's leaving too
Because you ran your mouth, what you said wasn't even true
See my man's name is victor
His brother mike is boning shante, that's eric's sister
Mike had a girl, but shante knew
But on the downlow a little rendevous
One day upstairs the two were chilling
His girl popped up, yep yep, she started illing
Mike said that's victor's undercover lover
So victor caught on and had to cover for his brother
Walked shante home, and said so long
But somebody saw the two and thought they had something going on
It got around like a hula hoop
And you made it your business, victor's girl knew the scoop
Know she's beefing, flipping and crying
Didn't believe when he said that they were lying
It's over, the relationship is done
Victor was a loyal brother if i ever knew one
You say he's wrong, but that's not a fact
See if you don't know the story then you shouldn't say jack
Well it's over anyway, huh
And victor is the victim of he say, she say

("he say, she say, i heard it throught the grapevine" - greg nice) (repeat 4x)

Losing a girl is one thing, but there's another side
Of he say she say, a lot of brothers died
All the gossip don't belong in the streets
>from another brother talking now you got major beef
Two kids had a beef, one was your man
They went out like troopers, and they went out with their hands
Your man took a loss, but he left it at that
But you made it your business to say he was coming back
The other kid wouldn't have it
So he ran to his car, yeah he packed the automatic
And you knew he wasn't joking
So you called up your man, "yo yo, we gotta smoke em"
Came downstairs with the nine and the vest
Little did you know he didn't aim for the chest
Caught him in the head, now your man is dead
Rest in peace chief, cause of something that you said
Tell it to his family on his funeral day
And your man is a victim of he say, she say

("he say, she say, i heard it throught the grapevine" - greg nice) (repeat 4x)

Somebody told my man that the giant is dead
He went out like a trooper and took two to the head
Somebody said to me that i'm not a.g.
Because the giant is dark-skinned and 6'3"
Somebody told show that a.g. can't flow
That witch is crazy, because you know i'm good to go
(ayo i heard showbiz is making money off the crack)
He doesn't have to jack, because he's making fat tracks
You don't even know and that's upsetting me
And i won't be a victim, so don't put me in jeopardy
The ones who yapped this goes out
Always putting other words in other people's mouth
I'm a end it on this note, okay?
Don't let em make you a victim of he say, she say

("he say, she say, i heard it throught the grapevine" - greg nice) (repeat 4x)

[showbiz]
Once again back again with my friends
Diamond's beats are fat just like a benz
Andre the giant is great, but i should also mention
Lord finesse, he's the funky technician
I'm on my way to the studio, it's the only way that i know
How to play down low
Punching keys like rocky balboa
Saying rest in peace to tshaka figeoroa
Some got to grow up before they blow up
And did you ever know a young brother who had shit sewed up?
Rented some bm's some volvos, some benz
So much jewls i had to pass shit down to my friends
But when down and out and pockets are low
See how fast friends go when there's no cash flow
So i head for the top, times are hard
Pushing moms, no pops, i had to get my own props
I can wild out, but instead
I just keep to myself and showbiz just hold his head

Wally world (just hold ya head)
True dog (just hold ya head)
Kerry dope (just hold ya head)
My cousin chris (just hold ya head)

[a.g.]
Hold ya head, that's what showbiz said
In memory of koto harris, the eulogy read:
Another friend was laid to rest
This world is just chaos, confusion, and a big mess
But we got to keep striving
To leave town, never stay down but keep rising
>from the ghetto, not always ghetto minded
Some is striving, the finish line they never find it
All of the sudden they life stops
>from black on black to harassed by white cops
Some went into jail to do time
They take away your time, your freedom, and your state of mind
So pay attention, these are facts, black
Take it from the giant cause i've been there and back
This is advice so take it
Stay strong on your path, and you will make it
I'm not trying to tell you what to do
Just hold ya head, and everything else will follow through

To tyrell (just hold ya head)
To cool k (just hold ya head)
My brother kel (just hold ya head)
Big todd (just hold ya head)

[showbiz]
Green light, that's go or should i stop?
I'm not trying to get bagged by any narc cops
What are you, on dope, or is this a joke?
Is this the day you pull me over, searching for cracks and coke?
What's the problem, you know i'm sober
If you drove a fucking nova you wouldn't have to pull over
You're making me late, my papers is straight
Never hesitate to run a check and then let me skate
Take my business card, it's in my left hand
You got the right motherfucker but the wrong goddamn plan
So pass me by, or you wonder why
Niggas pull out their glock and point it right between your eye
But i got my shit together, i never flip with the weather
And i always think clever
I think positive and legit
I gotta give big shouts to my peeps kendu and infinite
Brothers stare into my face like i'm a sucker
It's too easy to kill another young motherfucker
So i ignore it, i turn the other cheek
Yo show, you ain't got any time for these niggas, these boys is weak
Some punks want to spit razors shit for rocks
Packing a glock, and i don't shoot blanks
Young boys that thought they was ready, step to this
They made wrong moves because that ass got rocksteady
Down the line, far from kind
Whip in behind, and still packing nothing but a nine
Back on the block, or out on the streets
I recoup a dre's scheme real neat to make ends meet
But i can't live trife, shot stabbed with a knife
I want kids and a wife, not 25 to life
Negative thoughts are dead
Showbiz is the man that always hold his motherfucking head

To my man tone (just hold ya head)
To mad mark (just hold ya head)
To carmello (just hold ya head)
To big jordan (just hold ya head)

[showbiz]
Yeah, even though we can say rest in peace to the brothers that ain't here,
It's just never going to bring you back. so we got to love the ones that
We're close to now. and i say, and i say, and we out. a.g., my man.

[a.g.]
I'd like to say what's up to my man icewater, my man d-smooth, my brother cali
Dog, just to everybody man, just hold ya motherfucking head.

[showbiz]
Word, cause we've been there, and we in here. out, and we out.