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My First Show
by Marx
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Ayo I'm sat backstage, waiting to sound check
Wearing the crown vexed, DJ ain't around yet
My beats are old school, ya play 'em on a tape deck
And I find the promoter to get my paycheck
Way back on a eight track, stage dive, play that
The crowd buggin', wonderin' 'yo, how does he say that?'
The answer is sheer wisdom, talent and tenacity
I used to make songs in my bedroom on Audacity
Now I stack tracks in Pro Tools sessions
With EQ and compression, for my progression
They know about my flow and got a ticket to go
Mosh pits in the crowd at my first show
I make cold cuts like G and Polo
I hit the stage in five, I see you in the front row
They know about my flow and got a ticket to go
Mosh pits in the crowd at my first show
Follow me through a solo
It's time for my set so act like you know
This ain't no tough guy shit, that def fly shit
That get high shit, yeah, that's my shit
I check 'em like Lil Chris, have 'em screaming woo-hah!
Bring my pseudonym to life and slaughter the Bourgeois
I go international from East Hull to Shaolin
My shows get shut down, due to overcrowding
Got fans shouting, like a wolf howling
The crowd bouncing, flows be astounding
A&Rs scouting, other rappers cowering
Make 'em throw the towel in over how I'm sounding
When emcees try compete it only ends in defeat
I'm smoother than CL when I rock like Pete
They're so sweet, only rhyme for airplay
I keep it thorough and stay Rugged, just like RA
You embarrass your delf don't even try to save grace
I lay waste and I rap-a-lot like Scarface
I'm on some Redman shit 'cause tonight's the night
My first show I've gotta rock the mic
I show dun how a real emcee can flow
But I probably shunta put that MD up my nose
Fuck! The room's turning, stomach churning, I'm gurning
Wanna spit flames but I just keep my words in
Stage dive, move back, like Dewey Finn
Jack Black, I'm wack, ayo fuck this fake Eminem
Now I've got no hopes of a rap career
I'll just change my moniker, and try another year
Weak ass flow and they wish they didn't go
Wanting a refund for my first show
It's a shame that we never got to see the kid grow
Sneak in next time son, save your dough
Weak ass flow and they wish they didn't go
Wanting a refund for my first show
It's a shame that we never got to see the kid grow
Who is he? No one knows, just another John Doe
Ayo I'm sat backstage, waiting to sound check
Wearing the crown vexed, DJ ain't around yet
My beats are old school, ya play 'em on a tape deck
And I find the promoter to get my paycheck
Way back on a eight track, stage dive, play that
The crowd buggin', wonderin' 'yo, how does he say that?'
The answer is sheer wisdom, talent and tenacity
I used to make songs in my bedroom on Audacity
Now I stack tracks in Pro Tools sessions
With EQ and compression, for my progression
They know about my flow and got a ticket to go
Mosh pits in the crowd at my first show
I make cold cuts like G and Polo
I hit the stage in five, I see you in the front row
They know about my flow and got a ticket to go
Mosh pits in the crowd at my first show
Follow me through a solo
It's time for my set so act like you know
This ain't no tough guy shit, that def fly shit
That get high shit, yeah, that's my shit
I check 'em like Lil Chris, have 'em screaming woo-hah!
Bring my pseudonym to life and slaughter the Bourgeois
I go international from East Hull to Shaolin
My shows get shut down, due to overcrowding
Got fans shouting, like a wolf howling
The crowd bouncing, flows be astounding
A&Rs scouting, other rappers cowering
Make 'em throw the towel in over how I'm sounding
When emcees try compete it only ends in defeat
I'm smoother than CL when I rock like Pete
They're so sweet, only rhyme for airplay
I keep it thorough and stay Rugged, just like RA
You embarrass your delf don't even try to save grace
I lay waste and I rap-a-lot like Scarface
I'm on some Redman shit 'cause tonight's the night
My first show I've gotta rock the mic
I show dun how a real emcee can flow
But I probably shunta put that MD up my nose
Fuck! The room's turning, stomach churning, I'm gurning
Wanna spit flames but I just keep my words in
Stage dive, move back, like Dewey Finn
Jack Black, I'm wack, ayo fuck this fake Eminem
Now I've got no hopes of a rap career
I'll just change my moniker, and try another year
Weak ass flow and they wish they didn't go
Wanting a refund for my first show
It's a shame that we never got to see the kid grow
Sneak in next time son, save your dough
Weak ass flow and they wish they didn't go
Wanting a refund for my first show
It's a shame that we never got to see the kid grow
Who is he? No one knows, just another John Doe
