Showtime
NG Fresh
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Time to show and prove with everything I got on stage from the vocal booth The flow and groove that earned me love and respect from my local crew The coldest moves, mix 'em up with rage to spit these noble truths And inspire motherfuckers to start seeing shit from my focal view Always coasting through with rhymes that stay in my disposal to Kill composers who finna f*ck with me with a Chernobyl II Totaled you sons of bitches time to start making global news Cause I've been overviewed long as it took moguls to notice you Yeah this shit's so uncouth it's to be heard at your discretion But it's my only chance to make a worthy first impression Hope they'll be so entranced with how I murder verse progressions Mixed with beats so enhanced that critics'll reword their questions Gotta replicate the confidence from my rehearsal sessions Carry extra weight with dominance with this incurred aggression And as I take center stage, a heavy feelings overwhelming me Better throw that shit out the window cause once it comes time for the opening melody It's showtime, why don't y'all motherfuckers come have a seat And prepare to be blessed by the hardest rhymes and lavish beats The moment I'm on play, y'all gonna have my tracks repeat So underrated but the greatest, I'm just that elite Yeah, when I make it, your ass gonna suffer a sad defeat We're both backing shit up, difference is that I have receipts Got so much cred and I ain't even from the savage streets But once the show's over, no one'll be as rad as me Let me tell you about myself, I came up eating outta brown sacks Couldn't remember a time where it wasn't that my bank account was jack But every time that I fall, I do like my mom and start bouncing back And try to get shit to where I'm counting stacks that I hope will be worth a thousand racks Though I tryna get the bag, realness always curbs astounding plaques I keep my head held up high cause I never have my verses sounding wack Ayo, f*ck a normal life, how the f*ck do you get a purpose out of that Cause nothin' to me's better rippin' shit on the mic and burstin' out a track I can't see shit ahead of me, but I still have a vision Talk's cheap if I don't start taking aim and kill for my mission I was the boy who ain't have a voice until I was spittin' And spazzed the f*ck out on my shit with my skills and precision Gonna earn respect even if it takes all my will and ambition And some hurt and stress and I just might get some real recognition And the love from my peers, but I finna be rejected I fear Still, right now I'm coming with all of my fuckin' blood, sweat and my tears, cause... It's showtime, why don't y'all motherfuckers come have a seat And prepare to be blessed by the hardest rhymes and lavish beats The moment I'm on play, y'all gonna have my tracks repeat So underrated but the greatest, I'm just that elite Yeah, when I make it, your ass gonna suffer a sad defeat We're both backing shit up, difference is that I have receipts Got so much cred and I ain't even from the savage streets But once the show's over, no one'll be as rad as me
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