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Yeah 1992 Showbiz & A.G. we about to catch wreck. And I

Got my main man Diamond D he's about to catch wreck from

Diggin' in the crates and all that. And I'd like to say

I chop off the head off of all those that commercialize!

We got real bad bwoy in effect. Come Diamond D come correct!

[Diamond D]

Yo check it

See I'm back on the block but my name ain't Quincy

Yeah, I'm chopping rappers up into mincemeat

Step up and speak if your shit ain't weak

The beat's for the jeep kid, they don't come cheap

I practice my craft so you can call me macaroni

And I get cheese and more run that a pony

Smoke a lotta herb but I don't chew tobacco

When Show drops the beat I say "Holy mackerel!"

The stunts don't front any longer

See my status is large, and the props are getting longer

Ride around with Lou Dog in the Path

Sit back and laugh or maybe sign an autograph

I'm walking tall, but yo I'm not a cracker

Don't run with the burgeouis, my crew's much blacker

So give a shout for the man with the clout

Sippin' on a Guinness stout, yo I'm about

Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates

Diamond D, yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates (repeat 2x)


Ayo, it's often said, but it's never read

That Diamond got a beat for every dread in his head

But don't be mislead (Why?) Cause breakbeats are dead

I'm not the Biz, who runs around with Super Pro Keds

I'm just a cool brother, who hangs out in a top shop

And I still get my props when giving brothers knots

So step up front, yeah, that's if you want it

It's time to breathe there's no future in fronting

Cause they know, and I know, and she know, and we know

That I'm an old champ like Bruno Samitino

Or Ivan Pusky or the brother Tony Atlas

Buy my EP and Showbiz will be the fattest

And baddest is my status, I knew a man named Thatus

Who rode a night train to Georgia just like Gladys

Knight and the Pips, there's no 40's on my lips

Yo pass the Moet, I might flip and take a sip

And sit back and puff a blunt with Slick Nick

Sometimes he puff slow, sometimes he puff quick

I'd rather grab the mic and concentrate on getting papes

I'm out, and I'm still diggin' in the fucking crates

Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates

Diamond D, yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates (repeat 4x)

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