Common - Start the Show (Extended) lyrics

[Verse 1] Uhh, uhh Ladies and gentlemen the C-O-double M-O-N Synonym for fresh, truth is the emblem Hardcore since I was next door to Clem and them Cold as the winter when fake n***as was shiverin' Shakin' in they Timberlands, you as played as Bennigans Hot for a minute, now you just a "remember him" I been a master since P was No Limitin Stick to sayin' No gimmickin' and no mimickin' Q infinitin' down old blocks are bendin in Yellin' "f** tha police" like Ren and them Pelican brief these n***as on who I be Before the paper and the fame n***as knew Rashid Noble like Drew Ali Many have come But few have been chose to be a true MC You sing along with it, inside you knowin' it's wack Young who? Oh, he the openin' act [Verse 2] Let, let, le-le-le-le-le-let's go It's a festival in hip-hop, we do it non-stop Pop your bottles Chicago n***as do it in staccato Choppin' notes for my homies, f** a motto And Ferragamo shoes givin' dudes the model Think fast, drive slow, survival is the throttle Your live show is hollow, should've kept it local Rappin' over vocals Soundin' soft as JoJo With twelve monkeys on stage it's hard to see who's the gorilla You was better as a drug dealer Feel the pa**ion of this B-boy rationale Half of it is what you say and half is style I guess it's time for you to start cashin' out It's over folks, tell your guys to put the gla**es down Masters now, verses touch the youth like a Catholic priest Performances keep me stackin' the sheets [Verse 3] The name is Com I'm like a rebel in rap Struggle music mixed with weed to make the ghetto react I know they wanna Resurrect but I ain't pedalin' back They gangster stories just as real as Kevin Federline rap I guess it's Kramer and Bush that don't care about blacks Kinda wish it was some real n***as there that just snapped Meanwhile in the mean world, hoes cry freedom and fiends url I'm standing supreme like the Dreamgirls And I'm tellin you like Jennifer Hudson The law get outta pocket then I'ma be buckin' Goin' against me joe is self-destruction I'm tired of y'all like my man is of hustlin' Shuckin' and jivin', gon' do that dance n***a 30 with kids pull up ya pants n***a I ran with the brothers from around the 7 I can tell who's live by soundcheckin'