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starvin art clique - showbiz lyrics

[intro]
(inaudible)
or maybe going to the wrong town, [?]
he wouldn’t eveb understand it, it was before his time
i remember when he was little
sometimes he would steal away my grandmother’s gift
[?], uhm

[verse 1]
you call yourself the master? well, meet the dance hall disaster
microphone architect slash beat pattern drafter
some talk about mathematics, well, my math is after
matter not yet known, making don’ts, he dapper
ray scr+pin’ on your tombstone, a dumb rapper
invite me to your wake, i’m cookin’ up a special batter
stirred up, baked, sliced, and served on a platter
add a touch of b+tter from the overcast attackers
ah, man, these beats, i say, oh, that’s what they chatter
high cholesterol from the album bein’ fatter
i talk about the beat, but that’ll be a different chapter
you couldn’t see my angle if you mastered the protractor
it’s plain to be seen, you’se a mean+ass actor
your character make me wanna strike you like a raptor
boy, don’t make me smacked up, let me calm down
before i act up, you don’t know ass whoopings are manufactured
bones get broke up, and your headpiece fractured
microphone’s cracked from the technique stature
think you can match up? you’d just be rather than catch up
if you slacking’ then n+gga, catch up, word up
[chorus]
there ain’t no business like show business
homicide, conspiracy, money be up endless
we smoke beedi’s in rooms, and we sip fine wine
to find the raw element, the original rhyme
there ain’t no business like show business
homicide, conspiracy, money be up endless
we smoke beedi’s in rooms, and we sip fine wine
to find the raw element, the original rhyme

[verse 2]
my career choice is rappin’, f+ck two clappin’ and fools actin’
school’s packin’, tools boom+booms like napkins
perhaps then, so verbal, i’m closed caption
fools collapsin’, you talk peace? here’s a fraction
mics are bashin’, run through squads of trash
and you’ll get scarred, word to god, ’cause i start blastin’
i’m askin’, verbally quick, show me some action
got game, i pass it, so swift, feels like i’m fastin’
a craftsman, built up for everlastin’
caught up in the city of ice, son like the aspens
i’m askin’, cats that claim that they be rappin’
t++th be chattin’ when i start rappin’, it happen

[chorus]
there ain’t no business like show business
homicide, conspiracy, money be up endless
we smoke beedi’s in rooms, and we sip fine wine
to find the raw element, the original rhyme
there ain’t no business like show business
homicide, conspiracy, money be up endless
we smoke beedi’s in rooms, and we sip fine wine
to find the raw element, the original rhyme
[outro]
i would say, you know i believe he’s been here before
i would say, you know i believe he’s been here before
i would say+ i would say+ i would say+ i would say
you know i believe he’s been here before
i would say, you know i believe he’s been here before
i would say+ i would say
you know i believe he’s been here before
like the old folks used that expression, he’s been here before
because he be just like a little old man, thinkin’ you know
kinda frownin’, just sittin’ by himself, thinkin’
joe vaughn, look at him
i was three, i was three
i was three, yo

- starvin art clique lyrics

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