Showtime

Lyrics

O.C. - "Showtime" [Emcee(s): O.C.] [Producer(s): Showbiz] [Additional Vocals/Hook: Showbiz] [Sample (Melody): Bullet - "The Peterman"] [Verse 1: O.C.] Give me a slice Don't forget the ice so I could wet my Whistle and initiate an assault on the mic O.-C.-double-E, rest assured, to score with liter- -ature (Wha?), coming, busting through your nearest corridor New heights, I'm on the soar for sights unseen Won't yell 'cause vocabulary, you sound like Picture biting down on a sandwich of glass—that every Rapper could pull off, being rasp, being last—uh uh If it ain't party and diction, it's fiction I'ma be like a judge and give it a conviction 'Cause what you be, like, imitating is the next man While you work hard, straining cords out and your glands Besides that, you show no fashion or passion with The microphone, your mind and attitude's clashing I'm O.C.—care to interlock with mine? Show A sign. I'm here to teach deaf, dumb, and the blind What you think? You can't seek and define in the darkness? I'll brighten and shine while your mind remains thoughtless It's showtime [Hook: Showbiz and (O.C.)] Let 'em know the half when it's showtime O, I'll lace the beat. (Yo, Show, I'll lace the rhyme. We inter-) (-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It's) (A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) (It's showtime). Let 'em know the half when it's showtime O, I'll lace the beat. (Ayyo, Show, I'll lace the rhyme. We inter-) (-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It's) (A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) [Verse 2: O.C.] Dictating my area is doing Kaddafi Posing a Nazi. None of y'all foes could stop me The blocks I rock are like my feets on the street I'm prone to crack hoes inside the concrete Beef? I'll set it off mega with verbal offenses Always looking for adventure, killing it endless Late night, the L sparks, I'm inhaling on dust, hallu- -cinating, seeing devils and the guns go bust, plus The 40's accumulating like kegs in the stomachs Of crews, it weighs (Weighs), making it heavy on the legs The staggers are like niggas got stabbed by daggers With thoughts of encores if no one can nab us. Heads Thick, I took jest 'cause my fiend like the germs Confess and fight back, spite a beatdown and urn My theme, it ain't imaginary like a screenplay To shine one-of-a-kind, yo, Show, hook up the beat 'cause it's Showtime [Hook: Showbiz and (O.C.)] Let 'em know the half when it's showtime O, I'll lace the beat. (Yo, Show, I'll lace the rhyme. We inter-) (-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It's) (A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) (It's showtime). Let 'em know the half when it's showtime O, I'll lace the beat. (Ayyo, Show, I'll lace the rhyme. We inter-) (-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It's) (A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) [Verse 3: O.C.] I'll dribble the beat down, crossover with my right To my left, then 'round my back through my legs, then I take A baseline J, all net, no rimming (Rimming) Drop back down the court, giving winks to the women Money tried to post me, thought he lost me. I forced the Turnover with the D—(What?)—that was costly. Show- -biz grabbed the 'ree, we spreaded the court Fat passes and teamwork like we invented the sport. My Peripheral eye see that the lane needs filling. I'ma Assist the rock with scoring and blocked shots Outfox the competition with the ill tran- -sitional play Showbiz gave a nigga during Intermission. I'll read up, study, now I've mastered The power plays. Not a pick-and-roll but more fancy Score (Score). For sure (Sure), I will endure (-dure). The score- -board be forty points or more over yours. It's showtime [Hook: Showbiz and (O.C.)] Let 'em know the half when it's showtime O, I'll lace the beat. (Yo, Show, I'll lace the rhyme. We inter-) (-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It's) (A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) (It's showtime). Let 'em know the half when it's showtime O, I'll lace the beat. (Ayyo, Show, I'll lace the rhyme. We inter-) (-twine like a vine, combining like fine wines. It's) (A must we give the star-studded a fear to shine, nigga) (Yo, it's showtime)