featuring Party Arty



Chorus: Party Arty



Check it out huh this is how it's going down

From the Boogie Down brothers stand around with a frown (Repeat 2x)



Verse 1: A.G.



It's time to hit ya let the melody split ya

Poems is deadly Holmes better get the picture

See these vibes are visible

Fiends see it in the mental chicks dig it in the physical

We had to lounge now I'm furious

Fake hip hoppers can they do it in '95? I'm curious

Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness

Hit the herb, let the words start flowing with the riches

Don't compare me when you hear me

I stay true, and when I'm through, it'll pay dearly

Dre's a giant, no question, but what I question

Is how now this is your profession

I'm charged off the lye

How we do? (Spray 'em) Bless 'em, impress 'em, and hang 'em high

Taking loot like bakers and produce pages

And styles go for Miles, like Davis

My potential, with Show's instrumental

Got you all zoning on the vibes that we sent you

In the mental, who's that abusing rap?

Pop from the heart, so it's back to the start, black

And these tracks are incredible

S-H-O to the W, true to our revenue

That's how we feel in the BX, mics I bless

Time to get down with the boogie



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Verse 2: A.G.



I got a mind like Minolta

Me and Show go back like the D.A. on Travolta

I want cheese like ziti

You'll get left like ?reuiniti? (on ice) trying to be me

I jam, sucker, like the God in all the ruckus

Over tracks (Your girl probably claps) Then I stuck her

No front, all I want is to be happy

Probably like Mary, but if you dare me, then we'll get scrappy

Don't lift weights, let the hands be dictate

The Giant is great from back then to this date

I take the cake and I bounce with the whole weight

A weapon, stepping straight from Section 8

If it's me then you might not wait

If you fake the moves, then it's your tools I'm a take

I want to see you stop me to those that knock me

Amazing with blazing talents like Rodney

Strict with the voodoo, peace to Chaka Zulu

In the clutch, I can't be touched, they must be noodles

Too many skills for you to try and doubt

Put your money where your mouth, I'm a make you wear your mouth

I've had it, time to get bruised and battered

I'm like Earvin Orsette, cause I'm great with that black magic

It's nothing when my man's on production

I reign (You catch a blow to your brain) percussion

Rap savior, the more the major

Bring 'em all on, and they'll get shitted on with flavor

Reality is what it's all about

So when you hear the vibes of Show & A, check it out



Chorus x2