Show 'Em How We Do Things歌词
作曲 : Lord Finesse
Show 'Em How We Do Things -Lord Finesse
Aw yeah
I got brothers from around the way in the house
You know what I'm saying
Yo check it out check it out
I got my man Shel-Rumble in the house
I got my man Harry-O in the house
I got my man Rock-A-Lot in the house
Yo yo we gonna do it like this
Check it out
I know some brothers
With the skills to rock right
Problem is they don't be getting no spotlight
They got potential as good as any others
So I'm a take time out to kick it
With them brothers
They brothers are professional
Crazy intellectual
Just some fellas I got to give credit to
They rolling strong
Know right from wrong
They got skills so I got to put 'em on
So Shel-Rumble （what's up ）
Since this is a three man crew thing
Put down the 40
And show 'em how we do things
Shel-Rumble yeah that's the name
I'm a kick this off
Just like a football game
I'm stepping out
With my mic in my right hand
Bagging up rappers a
Nd throwing their rhymes in the trash can
They play the roll like they hard
But yet they sit off
Put me against the best
And I'll still get my sh*t off
I'm like Simon so you'd better do what Simon says
I'm not Christopher Williams
But yo I'm making promises
My style's treacherous it's so impetuous
I'll go all out if a chump tries to step to this
So hear the flavor through the speakers
I get the ladies strung just like sneakers
I'm a brother who's too hard to touch
Cause if you try my crew we'll jump
In just like double dutch
You'll get bombarded
If you come unprepared son
Cause yo
（there's no such thing as a fair one）
So step to avoid a f**king crack tooth
Rhymes are insulated
That means I'm wack proof
You're just the opposite
You're nothing but a small fry
Weak MC coming up for a black guy
So don't provoke a saga
Cause you'll catch amnesia
Just like the central park jogger
That's what happens when cases gets drastic
I'll give you two options
Step or get that a**kicked
So jot this down before you hail a
MC getting sh*t sewn just like a tailor
I get smooth rough rugged raw and swift
Too tough to bluff so rough you just drift
Away now can I get a hip-hip hooray
I say sh*t that you never would
Have thought to say
Rhymes poured just enough so we can quench your thirst
I guarentee I'll have you saying
Kick another verse
Or if you feel that's not your style
I guarantee you'll be laid back
With a Kool-Aid smile
On your grill you chill I'm for real
As my rhyme fulfills Shel-Rumble got skills
I flaunt the gift on the mic the way a man should
Even old folks be saying
（that boy is damn good）
Cause I flow so perfectly
That's why so many motherf**kers worship me
I got skills but that's not why I'm here
I'm here to let you know I rock it like a pioneer
So Harry-O （what's up ）
You way far from fronting
Won't you get on the mic
And show the people a little something
Yo brothers grab the mic
And plan on waxing me
But since they're no match to me
They can't do jack to me
The great rap pros slay rappers for fun
Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get done
My rap style may change like a cashier
As I bust a**with sh*t I wrote last year
So MC's step up and press your luck
I don't give a f**k
I roll like a f**king Tonka truck
I watch MC's get silenced
When it comes to a challenge
Cause the sh*t I kick is knocking niggas off balance
Watch 'em fall and crawl just like a baby
Heading for the door yelling
Save me save me
Don't attempt to attack me
Just shut your trap B
Don't have me grab the mic
And bust your a**like an acne pimple
Cause ripping shop is simple
I tear mics up while Rock rips the instrumental
A part so don't start up a seminar
Cause we'll bust your a**word to God
You can send Allah
My DJ's no joke and I'm hype folks
So f**k around and get your turns
And your mics broke
I take no shorts here this ain't last year
I'm getting swift elevating in fast gear
I create rhymes and kick them
Never will I fall victim yo
Brothers know the rap pro can flow
And rap norm both off and on platform
You couldn't turn me off
If I was hooked to a platform
I get raw like bloody liver
Make a rapper shiver and shake
So make no mistake you're stepping to the great
Rap pro I get raw cause it's natural
My cousin sport a fade and half-moon
I sport an afro
Friends call my Harry-O
My real name's Harry though
I scream on rapper like the niggas did to Carry
So Finesse （yeah yeah）
My man my cousin
I know you're going to kick some sh*t
You thought I wasn't
When it comes to being funky
I'll show you who the boss is
（Yo money rock that sh*t ）
Hold your motherf**king horses
Wait up hold up I sport the low cut
If rap was a game
I'd leave opponents on a doughnut
Funky warlord top on the scoreboard
Dissing Finesse
That sh*t is uncalled for
Brothers front and fret how they roll correct
Grab the mic and think they pose a threat
Talking about all the brothers they coulda killed
I don't care if you're a New Jack
Or you're older than Sugar Hill
Cause I slay with no delay
I stomp you out so be about your way
You can't hang
You're still in the slow poke zone
You're helpless like a patient in an old folks home
So keep up with my further adventures
I'll have it going on
Til I'm old with dentures
I rock parties and tear the roof off of houses
Think I can't
Put your money where your mouth is
Give me a mic let me clear my throat
Guaranteed I'll send you home broke
Fast and quick cause I'm quick with the gift
Give me my money I don't wanna hear sh*t
And those who can't rap
I don't wanna hear jack
I dust opponents in two minutes flat
When it's showtime
MC's they don't wanna fight
They start bitching saying
（Why he have to come at night ）
It's the Funky Man the brother
With the new swing
Lord Finesse just showing you how I do things
Yeah like I said
Got the brothers in the house Harry-O and Shel-Rumble
Rock-A-Lot my man Jazzy Jay
And I'm outta here like Sugar Ray peace
Show 'Em How We Do Things -Lord Finesse
Aw yeah
I got brothers from around the way in the house
You know what I'm saying
Yo check it out check it out
I got my man Shel-Rumble in the house
I got my man Harry-O in the house
I got my man Rock-A-Lot in the house
Yo yo we gonna do it like this
Check it out
I know some brothers
With the skills to rock right
Problem is they don't be getting no spotlight
They got potential as good as any others
So I'm a take time out to kick it
With them brothers
They brothers are professional
Crazy intellectual
Just some fellas I got to give credit to
They rolling strong
Know right from wrong
They got skills so I got to put 'em on
So Shel-Rumble （what's up ）
Since this is a three man crew thing
Put down the 40
And show 'em how we do things
Shel-Rumble yeah that's the name
I'm a kick this off
Just like a football game
I'm stepping out
With my mic in my right hand
Bagging up rappers a
Nd throwing their rhymes in the trash can
They play the roll like they hard
But yet they sit off
Put me against the best
And I'll still get my sh*t off
I'm like Simon so you'd better do what Simon says
I'm not Christopher Williams
But yo I'm making promises
My style's treacherous it's so impetuous
I'll go all out if a chump tries to step to this
So hear the flavor through the speakers
I get the ladies strung just like sneakers
I'm a brother who's too hard to touch
Cause if you try my crew we'll jump
In just like double dutch
You'll get bombarded
If you come unprepared son
Cause yo
（there's no such thing as a fair one）
So step to avoid a f**king crack tooth
Rhymes are insulated
That means I'm wack proof
You're just the opposite
You're nothing but a small fry
Weak MC coming up for a black guy
So don't provoke a saga
Cause you'll catch amnesia
Just like the central park jogger
That's what happens when cases gets drastic
I'll give you two options
Step or get that a**kicked
So jot this down before you hail a
MC getting sh*t sewn just like a tailor
I get smooth rough rugged raw and swift
Too tough to bluff so rough you just drift
Away now can I get a hip-hip hooray
I say sh*t that you never would
Have thought to say
Rhymes poured just enough so we can quench your thirst
I guarentee I'll have you saying
Kick another verse
Or if you feel that's not your style
I guarantee you'll be laid back
With a Kool-Aid smile
On your grill you chill I'm for real
As my rhyme fulfills Shel-Rumble got skills
I flaunt the gift on the mic the way a man should
Even old folks be saying
（that boy is damn good）
Cause I flow so perfectly
That's why so many motherf**kers worship me
I got skills but that's not why I'm here
I'm here to let you know I rock it like a pioneer
So Harry-O （what's up ）
You way far from fronting
Won't you get on the mic
And show the people a little something
Yo brothers grab the mic
And plan on waxing me
But since they're no match to me
They can't do jack to me
The great rap pros slay rappers for fun
Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get done
My rap style may change like a cashier
As I bust a**with sh*t I wrote last year
So MC's step up and press your luck
I don't give a f**k
I roll like a f**king Tonka truck
I watch MC's get silenced
When it comes to a challenge
Cause the sh*t I kick is knocking niggas off balance
Watch 'em fall and crawl just like a baby
Heading for the door yelling
Save me save me
Don't attempt to attack me
Just shut your trap B
Don't have me grab the mic
And bust your a**like an acne pimple
Cause ripping shop is simple
I tear mics up while Rock rips the instrumental
A part so don't start up a seminar
Cause we'll bust your a**word to God
You can send Allah
My DJ's no joke and I'm hype folks
So f**k around and get your turns
And your mics broke
I take no shorts here this ain't last year
I'm getting swift elevating in fast gear
I create rhymes and kick them
Never will I fall victim yo
Brothers know the rap pro can flow
And rap norm both off and on platform
You couldn't turn me off
If I was hooked to a platform
I get raw like bloody liver
Make a rapper shiver and shake
So make no mistake you're stepping to the great
Rap pro I get raw cause it's natural
My cousin sport a fade and half-moon
I sport an afro
Friends call my Harry-O
My real name's Harry though
I scream on rapper like the niggas did to Carry
So Finesse （yeah yeah）
My man my cousin
I know you're going to kick some sh*t
You thought I wasn't
When it comes to being funky
I'll show you who the boss is
（Yo money rock that sh*t ）
Hold your motherf**king horses
Wait up hold up I sport the low cut
If rap was a game
I'd leave opponents on a doughnut
Funky warlord top on the scoreboard
Dissing Finesse
That sh*t is uncalled for
Brothers front and fret how they roll correct
Grab the mic and think they pose a threat
Talking about all the brothers they coulda killed
I don't care if you're a New Jack
Or you're older than Sugar Hill
Cause I slay with no delay
I stomp you out so be about your way
You can't hang
You're still in the slow poke zone
You're helpless like a patient in an old folks home
So keep up with my further adventures
I'll have it going on
Til I'm old with dentures
I rock parties and tear the roof off of houses
Think I can't
Put your money where your mouth is
Give me a mic let me clear my throat
Guaranteed I'll send you home broke
Fast and quick cause I'm quick with the gift
Give me my money I don't wanna hear sh*t
And those who can't rap
I don't wanna hear jack
I dust opponents in two minutes flat
When it's showtime
MC's they don't wanna fight
They start bitching saying
（Why he have to come at night ）
It's the Funky Man the brother
With the new swing
Lord Finesse just showing you how I do things
Yeah like I said
Got the brothers in the house Harry-O and Shel-Rumble
Rock-A-Lot my man Jazzy Jay
And I'm outta here like Sugar Ray peace
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