Lead Showers

I be puffin' blunts in the house, hittin' stunts on the couch

This year, crazy cats gon' get punched in they mouth

When your wife see me, she don't know how to act

So don't be mad when I blow out her back; for real

Your whole crew's a buncha poo butts, made a few bucks

J'd a few sluts, then ya'll started runnin' your lips a little too much

Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low

Chickens sweat me wherever I go

Me and O.C. be in the Lex', Cartier specs, Nautica sweats

Gore-Tex, with Presidentials on, full of baguettes

I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack

Now I wanna gold plaque, can I get a soul clap?

Some cats be col' wack

You got the lye? Well brother, roll that

And if it won't get me high, then hold that

I'mma cop me a six, and cruise through the block with your trick

I'mma keep droppin' them hits, it won't stop 'til I'm rich

 

[O.C.]

Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm

I wave it over the crowd, dictating shit like Genghis Khan

Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic

Scolding, bringing somatic to this rap shit

Bona fide. Mic set, you can't see me on it

Master the art, so now I just flaunt it

Born to live a life and die, but 'til then

I'mma keep on writing slick rhymes with the pen

I take the cherry from a beat like a virgin havin' innocent

Bust my nut, bring rhyme to life like Genesis

Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless

Tearing it up when it comes to me picking up this cordless

One of New York's finest

On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz

Bringing out the best in me

We formulatin' like a recipe

Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff

Bestow my presence

Then I'm divine like the seven

Keeping it tight, cause what I suffice is raw nigga

It's only right

 

[Big L]

Like that, y'all

 

[O.C.]

It's like that, y'all

 

[Big L]

On the Blackout Rap show, with my man Phat Phillie

Check it out, uhh

We about to get into a verse like this

Check me out, y'all

 

[DJ Phat Phillie]

Hmm-mmm

 

[Big L]

Yeah, yeah

A couple of years ago, before the year nine-fo'

My cash flow was low, I was low on dough

Used to try to talk to fly girls, and they was like: No!

I knew that all of that'd change once I started to blow

Now my pockets are bloated, because I exploded

Stay devoted, dropped a hot album, now I'm loaded

I hang with fly stars, buy cars, for fifty-thou'

The New York City child, thug with a pretty smile

I love this rap game, that's why I married it

It's a big load, but somebody gots to carry it

At one point I was about to give up

Then got offered a record deal, and my eyes lit up

In 1992, boo, my dream came true

First I got the fame, then the cream came through

Word up, I used to rhyme all the time

Whoever thought that slim kid from one-three-nine'd

Shine down the line, huh?

I used to sell cracks, now I sell tracks

Listen up, cause when L raps, he tell facts

I'm the type of cat to lay wack MCs to rest

I was told to work hard to achieve success

Words of wisdom from my father

He said: L, when things ain't going so well

Don't give up, try harder

And never be afraid to make mistakes

And don't spend your cash foolishly, save your papes

Cause good things come to those who wait they turn

Stay concerned, cause it's a lotta papes to earn

And help those that's less fortunate than you

And stay true to whatever you do, until you're through

 

[O.C.]

Yo, uhh

O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you

O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you

To rock like I do, it takes certain zest

I'm truly untouchable, like Elliot Ness

See, my word and verse is fly. One moment tranquil

Then the next minute it goes with the strength to kill

I can rock a party right, all night, just trust me

Not an MC out there who can touch me

Anywhere I go, young ladies, they rush me

When I'm on the mic, no way in hell you can hush me

My mere presence will leave you in awe

And when I'm through you too will call me pa-pa

Now is the time to settle this vendetta

Slicin' MCs like a Swiss-cheese shredda

If you don't like Swiss, then I cut you like chedda

Thick, slow and quick, great pain it will inflict

The beat's on time and the cuts all click

Elegant, never meant, I loves to invent

If you heard me say I rock, this is what I meant

I don't shriek, I speak, I could never be weak

I got the crowd overwhelmed with my rap mystique

I'm shrewd, never booed, I wear the MC crown

When I step in the place, MCs, they bow down

Suckas I will smash, they're not fit for the class

Yo, when we get on the mic, they break out like a rash

Cause my sonic, atomic MCs get moronic

Chillin' with Big L, we like: It's bionic

Charismatic, emphatic, bass has no static

Strungin' off the rhyme like a cocaine addict

Nothing but cheers, call O.C. the leader

Def rhyme writer, fake MC defeater

Girlfriend said you're sweet, but I'm sweeter

I'll slay any MC in this rappin' arena

Colossal, not a fossil, MCs are quite docile

Teach what I'm preaching, you can call me an apostle

Tall, not short, dog, and this is the sport

I'm a soldier with the mic, and I'm guarding my fort

And MCs are no bigger than my big toe

And I get higher rating than The Cosby Show

When I recite my rhyme, just for you, my friend

Big L, jump on this mic and flow once again

 

[Big L]

Yo it's L the Harlem

Check it out, bust it

Yo it's L, the Harlem pimp baby

For real

I got more dimes than that Sprint lady

And that's ill

Playa hatas be giving me harsh looks

But I'm tryin' to sell records like Garth Brooks

Forget em all

Yo, it's L the Harlem pimp baby, just like I said

Right now, I'm going off the top of the head

It's me and O.C., we be low-key

Chillin' in the cribs, iced-out Roley

Chillin' with my man, his name is Phat Phillie

I'm about to get illy, L is a willy

The Blackout Rap Show

I'm cool like my man, Fat Joe

Chew MCs like tobacco

O.C

 

[O.C.]

Who's the fatso? No, not O

MC pro-rap, I can rip the show

With my man Big L, that's right, we representin'

Name is O.C., I'll put my foot indent in

Inside your butt like a slut on the call

MC war

Mics I storm

My man Big E is on the back of the side

MCs, pull away before I crash your ride

 

[Big L]

Check it out, check it out

O.C. I got your back, bro

 

[O.C.]

I got your back

 

[Big L]

And we chillin' on the show called the Blackout Rap show

It's like that y'all

It's like that y'all

O.C. and L could never be wack y'all

Check it out, every time I flow it's a sensation

Check it out, like

 

[O.C.]

Live motivation!

 

[Big L]

Uhh! Yeah, cuttin' MCs like Jason

 

[O.C.]

What? We been the ill [?]

 

[Big L]

I'mma set it off, then you gonna set it off next

 

[O.C.]

One-two. Watch how we flex

 

[Big L]

Uhh, it's like that y'all

It's like that y'all

 

[O.C.]

It's like that, we hit the cats with a base-bat, y'all

 

[Big L]

Right now, we tourin' all over the world

 

[O.C.]

MCs, just dissin' your girl

 

[Big L]

Uhh, we cool. You know how we do

 

[O.C.]

Takin' MCs to schools and we ain't no fool

 

[Big L]

Right now we gonna make this the very last line

 

[O.C.]

Sucka MCs, O and L is on time

 

[Big L]

Like that, ya'll