All I see is blinkin' lights track boards and fat mikes 
950's SP12's MP60's  [bad word] is thumping ear [bad word] pumpin' 
The [bad word] is tight right 'cause the sample is tight right 
Right that's one to leave teethless 
Never sweat that 'cause I'm a cool cat just like Heathcliff 
Peep this give up the loop 
It's 94 and [bad word] [bad word] niggas getting still with the boot 
The north flakes 'cause I'll be flowing in all states 
Show kept diggin' and diggin' and now he got more crates 
That's right [bad word] roll that dime and I'm 
The only living matter that controls my mind 
Peace to every single rapper on this whole earth 
Sellout's got no worth I think they better go soul searching... 

Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten) 
Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten) 

Now here I go again ready to flow again 
And if the course stay clear oh yeah I'm still going in 
Get it together or you'll be laying on a stretcher 
I betcha I'm a getcha the number one heart stresser 
Sorry black that's right it's a cardiac 
Caress try to triple be the best then where's party at 
Law's to no one and a warrior like Shogun 
And when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the [bad word] 
I bouge your feeling confidence is to the ceiling 
If I'm sick I pick the chick for ual healing 
I'm unique a freak like Malik 
In the twilights with more highlights than Dominique 
Around my ? is where the jell stops 
The jeeps the streets my peeps in the cell block 
I'm not the best but I keep it stressed 
To flatter me is strategy it gotta be [bad word] than chess 
Stop bluffin cause you ain't saying nothing gee 
Start duckin I'm the to the [bad word] 
Last LP we got down right 
Showing all these corny [bad word] what hiphop's supposed to sound 
Like 
See A.G. and the brother Show 
Quiet as kept is best that you step on the low 

Well it's me meaning the to the dash 
I'm fast to get the cash now I'm going like the path 
What's the remedy suckas better get their own identity 
And took the enemy you better roll like it's Cannamy 
Fake lords they get strangled with mic cords 
Taking beats from my LP for sure ain't healthy 
Madison Projects is where I rest 
But I claim the whole planet it's mine god dammit 
I'm God took the bulla fake ? 
Wreck [bad word] [bad word] ? 
It's hard to face the feet when you're raised in the street 
No surrender and no patrique 
Now dance with the devil no not hardly 
Even though I mamba like a bomber and smoke ganja like Bob Marley 
bag of sess puts me at my rest 
You say ? hit the philly and let it rest