Show - Fine Tune Da Mic lyrics

CHORUS X2 [Maestro] Fine tune da mic [Showbiz] Engineer won't you check it [Maestro] It's the brother Maestro [Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck it [Showbiz] So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo) And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know It's stunning I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to damage ya I left my city and my hometown to fly to Canada To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low And Show's got a flow, a combo with Maestro Fresh Wes, I never fess, big up to Diamond D A.G. and my partner Lord Finesse, can't forget Buckwild People know my style, don't play me like a child Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home Put two to your dome, so pa** the microphone The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-E The trump can't see me Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks So don't try to play big willie I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill And make the chump feel silly, huh You can't understand where my head's at While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat And not flat, not flat And punks couldn't take it if you had ten gats And girls play my lap bcause I made Soul Clap I guess it's like that when you got a little stack CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes] Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing Me and the mic is like Startsky and Hutchin Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix Farrah's faucet No I never ever lost it, now I'mma toss it Get off it, I'mma write, I'll role you like a tight spliff I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift Fresh Wes is the smoothest show and prover Like J. Edgar Hoover, I make a ??? manouver Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the Sugar Shack And I can make the mack say, Jack bring my hooker back I'm getting 'nuff props like Black Moon, I never wrote a wack tune Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom Live like a wire, MC for hire Rapper all admire, but retire, when I ahnil- Late, deducts, and take da bucks Who the hell needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc- Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flow Makes you want to hear it, so don't compare it You can't come near it, I know you fear it You want to jeer it in the front row Cause you know me and Show can flow We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blow We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism CHORUS X4 OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah, that's how we doing it yo Big up to my DJ, LTD Loves to devast, never hesitate to motivate Farly Flex, relfex, MVP yo That's how we swing it in the studio Word up Fresh Wes, 1994 I'm blowing up uhh I'm blowing up yeah Yeah I can't forget my man Chris My man Mac behind the fat tracks And my man Show B-I-Z AKA Mr. (F-A-T), we out