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V A - Crates Diggaz Lesson 1 Mixed By DJ Seiji

2009-07-23 - extension: rar - size: 93 MB

V A - Crates Diggaz Lesson 1 Mixed By DJ Seiji

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V A - Crates Diggaz Lesson 1 Mixed By DJ Seiji

2009-05-10 - extension: zip - size: 95 MB

V A - Crates Diggaz Lesson 1 Mixed By DJ Seiji

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VA-DJ Premier-Breaks Em Down Vol 2 Mixed By DJ Crates -Ltd Ed -Bootleg-2007

2009-01-25 - extension: rar - size: 66 MB

VA-DJ Premier-Breaks Em Down Vol 2 Mixed By DJ Crates -Ltd Ed -Bootleg-2007

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Showbiz & AG - Digging in the crates
Ah keep on, and you don't stop (Repeat 8x) [Diamond] Yo, praise the Lord for Showbiz My (More) Ah keep on, and you don't stop (Repeat 8x) [Diamond] Yo, praise the Lord for Showbiz My partner with the beats with the Nikes on his feet Buying old records is a habit I get more run than a Volkswagon Rabbit You know I gotta have it I got more props than the cop Paul McGary Who played on Hawaii Five-O And I formed a production company with Show And Jay's Studio is the lab (The lab) But the session is closed because I know you got a big nose Trying to skip out the name You lack originality, and that's a damn shame Don't front, I know I got you open Like a pack of Coke and yo I pulled your coat and I'm not the one to be gamed on I didn't know it was your girl we ran the train on But no hard feelings, your girl was appealing Did my share of dealing sexual healing You didn't know she was a groupie But I'm a put you up on a scoop, B Used to live in Forrest, my daughter lives in Morris Used to play softball with my man Horace I kick flavor like my man Sonny Chiba Aries is my sign, I'm compatible with Libra I like to program beats Diamond D is out, I wanna say peace Showbiz, there's deals to make So let's get busy and dig in the crates [Showbiz] Yo, thank the Lord for Diamond D No afro, instead he keeps dreads in his head My partner from the past from 163rd Back when I was a hoodlum beating on nerds Started way back (Way back when?) About 12 years ago, I was 9, he was 10 Before smoking weed or hanging out and playing hooky We used to breakdance and the jam's "Electric Boogie" Girls walk jocking, my nickname's Rock and Rhymes I was shocking, beats I was clocking Step up and see Showbiz perfrom and My beats is hard like big George Foreman So MC's and DJ's thought they were nice and Get upset like Buster did to Tyson That was in Japan and he's still my man ???? outside Dapper Dan Wait a minute, that's a different subject Talk about the Moet and the pipe that's in effect Back to the Show, the Show B-I-Z Down with D.I.T.C., A.G. is my MC Relying on the Giant, the Giant I'm relying Never lying on the track because I'm not a crack client Girls stick like Crazy Glue, they think they're getting dough But I treat hoes like drugs, I just say no I lamp in the residence and keep dead presidents It's a fact, I like my pockets fat not flat A rapper not a singer, so I hope you don't bring a Product to me, so go ahead you humdinger Show's about to blow in '91 so I'm straight Down with the crew called "Diggin' in the Crates" [A.G.] So get back, get your sticks, get your bats Get your licks and I'm a still get fat Try to diss and get the backhand I'm dressed in black, a black hat for a black man The Giant is better and clever Go ahead sleep, and you'll rest forever and ever I'm like a bomb, sometimes I'm calm No telling what can happen when the mic is in my right palm Yeah, Showbiz too deep, but don't sleep Go ahead and retreat or face agony of defeat A.G. is in command You remember the black hat? At the bottom are my Timberlands Save it, if you think you pose a threat Just chill and watch how many hoes I get Now you sweat the props I got (Kick a rhyme) A rhyme? Sure, why not? Always get fat to a hype track So Finesse (What's up?) Sike, give me that mic back The crowd I'll catch up, microphone master Finger licking and kicking lyrics from here to Africa I'm the bold kind, my rhyme's a goldmine Let it off, set it off, just for old times Think you're ready for this? You battle, you lose You brittle rapper, your rhymes are scribble scrabble The Giant is greater so I'm great Down with the group called Diggin' in the Crates [Lord Finesse] Yeah yeah, we gonna set it off like this... Now when it comes to lyrics, mics I pulverise It's Lord Finesse, time to go for mine So stand back, let the men play I put rhymes in shape just like Ben Gay I'm great and honorable, suckers I bomb a few I run more games than a carnival I'm a get mine, as soon as you say "start" Sweat hoods and funky rhymes is my trademark I'm a get fame, not from her or his name Cause yo (What's up?) I'm funkier than a shit stain Mics I smoke, rhymes I hurl My hobby is collecting fly-looking girls Strictly for the ladies, call me Lord Finesse And I'm all about money and sex Finesse is the name to say, and I came to play We could have fun, but put the whips and chains away Sex and money is what makes me a happy man And I sport more styles than Jackie Chan I keep rising, I'm not the type to sink low Me take a loss on the mic? I don't think so Lord Finesse is out to make papes Down with the crew called Diggin' in the Crates (Less)