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show ’em you the illest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
how they gonna feel it?
ima show ’em, ima show ’em,
ima flowin’ with my poem,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
show ’em you the realest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.

my equilibrium is slightly off,
i’m a little bit tilted off the loudmouths in hip-hop who claim the built it,
hip-hop is a god inspired art form,
correction’s my delivery, giving proper credit with no edit to the chivalry,
straight laced, straight faced,
you can buck it if you want to,
undermining cleverly your twisted schemes,
the factors on to bigger and better things,
future shining,
amazing as a ray of light to somebody trapped in a cave since they freed the slaves.
i’m bursting at the seams for a chance to gleam,
ima show ‘e, ima show ’em,
i mean it’s like this wit; it’s simply put,
my plagiarism wisdom used in decision-making process helps me make the kind of choices i can live with, swallow and digest.
i rise up like emotions and feelings,
dust in the cracks of ceilings,
healing in the name of jesus all the achy parts,
landscaping mentally shaking,
unusual fellow,
the alb-m’s three times dope,
don’t hope it’s going to be mellow,
i’m coming with the force of a county sheriff serving subpoenas to a ballooned buffoon,
barbaric with his platoon,
goon squadron,
and soon this gone be released,
and like jesus we bring swords not peace, to say the least.
ima show’ ’em, ima show ’em,
ya’ll can watch the way i throw ’em,
take what i instilled up in my poem,
ima gonna go in like a surgeon,
urgin’ ya’ll to cease with all the splurgin’,
hit me on my pager,
this is major,
this is major.

show ’em you the illest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
how they gonna feel it?
ima show ’em, ima show ’em,
ima flowin’ with my poem,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
show ’em you the realest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
show ’em you the illest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
how they gonna feel it?
ima show ’em, ima show ’em,
ima flowin’ with my poem,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
show ’em you the realest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.

from the middle of the dirty rhyme, excursion cause diversion,
splurging nouns and verbs converted,
phrases, phrases from my pages,
ballers call us verbal players,
crumbs to bricks,
we flip to layers,
stack to cake and serve in prayer,
hopes and dreams we must believe,
dope emcees from birth are these,
no need for paper-chasing cheese,
blessed with riches heavenly,
daily hate is breedin’ jealousy,
using my lifestyle as an alb-m concept, but soon enough the truth reveals the lies you claim in your rep ’cause we the realest, not in the sense of claiming hardest on wax.
what you see is what you get,
we only hard on them facts,
best believe we the illest ’cause you bouncing to beat created an ill-strated by some c christian emcee,
my style is universal,
school of rhyme university inst-tuting my profession with lessons through diversity,
could never be pinpointed by beats ’cause beats could never define one who’s anointed in speech, and likewise spiritually, through intervention, words capture me and rapture me.
minds of blinded individuals, close minded,
residuals don’t make you and emcee,
just because your budgets big and your video looks hollywood, don’t make you better than me,
time is ticking,
people changing,
taste the real from fake appeal,
i’m from the ‘ville,
i thought you knew we was t-tans,
don’t clash with nash.
not on a mission to prove but was commissioned to move, not for flashy style or image but because god said it was finished.

show ’em you the illest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
how they gonna feel it?
ima show ’em, ima show ’em,
ima flowin’ with my poem,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
show ’em you the realest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em
show ’em you the illest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
how they gonna feel it?
ima show ’em, ima show ’em,
ima flowin’ with my poem,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em.
show ’em you the realest,
ima show ’em, ima show ’em…



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