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letra de showtime - o.c.

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 -ssault on the mic
o.-c.-double-e, rest -ssured, 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 gl-ss—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 p-ssion with
the microphone, your mind and att-tude’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, n-gga)
(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, n-gga)

[verse 2: o.c.]
dictating my area is doing kaddafi
posing a n-z-. none of y’all foes could stop me
the blocks i rock are like my feets on the street
i’m pr-ne to crack hoes inside the concrete
beef? i’ll set it off mega with verbal offenses
always looking for adventure, k!lling 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 acc-mulating like kegs in the stomachs
of crews, it weighs (weighs), making it heavy on the legs
the staggers are like n-ggas 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

[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 p-sses and teamwork like we invented the sport. my
peripheral eye see that the lane needs filling. i’ma
-ssist the rock with scoring and blocked shots
outfox the compet-tion with the ill tran-
-sitional play showbiz gave a n-gga 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

- o c

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