Show 'Em How We Do Things Lyrics
| Song | Show 'Em How We Do Things |
| Artist | Lord Finesse |
| Album | Return of the Funky Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : 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] | |
| 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 and 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 shit 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 fucking 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 ass kicked | |
| So, jot this down before you hail a | |
| Mc getting shit 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 shit 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 motherfuckers 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 | |
| [harry-o] | |
| 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 ass with shit i wrote last year | |
| So mc's step up and press your luck | |
| I don't give a fuck, i roll like a fucking tonka truck | |
| I watch mc's get silenced when it comes to a challenge | |
| Cause the shit 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 ass 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 ass word to god, you can send allah | |
| My dj's no joke, and i'm hype, folks | |
| So fuck 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 creat 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 shit | |
| [lord finesse] | |
| You thought i wasn't? | |
| When it comes to being funky i'll show you who the boss is | |
| (yo money rock that shit!) hold your motherfucking 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 shit 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 shit | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : 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 shelrumble in the house | |
| I got my man harryo in the house | |
| I got my man rockalot 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 shelrumble what' s up? since this is a three man crew thing | |
| Put down the 40 and show ' em how we do things | |
| shelrumble | |
| Shelrumble, 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 and 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 shit 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 fucking 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 ass kicked | |
| So, jot this down before you hail a | |
| Mc getting shit 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 hiphip hooray? | |
| I say shit 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 koolaid smile | |
| On your grill, you chill, i' m for real | |
| As my rhyme fulfills shelrumble 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 motherfuckers 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 harryo what' s up? you way far from fronting | |
| Won' t you get on the mic and show the people a little something | |
| harryo | |
| 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 ass with shit i wrote last year | |
| So mc' s step up and press your luck | |
| I don' t give a fuck, i roll like a fucking tonka truck | |
| I watch mc' s get silenced when it comes to a challenge | |
| Cause the shit 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 ass 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 ass word to god, you can send allah | |
| My dj' s no joke, and i' m hype, folks | |
| So fuck 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 creat 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 halfmoon, i sport an afro | |
| Friends call my harryo, 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 shit | |
| lord finesse | |
| You thought i wasn' t? | |
| When it comes to being funky i' ll show you who the boss is | |
| yo money rock that shit! hold your motherfucking 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 shit 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 shit | |
| 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 harryo and shelrumble | |
| Rockalot, my man jazzy jay, and i' m outta here like sugar ray, peace |
| zuò qǔ : 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 shelrumble in the house | |
| I got my man harryo in the house | |
| I got my man rockalot 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 shelrumble what' s up? since this is a three man crew thing | |
| Put down the 40 and show ' em how we do things | |
| shelrumble | |
| Shelrumble, 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 and 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 shit 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 fucking 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 ass kicked | |
| So, jot this down before you hail a | |
| Mc getting shit 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 hiphip hooray? | |
| I say shit 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 koolaid smile | |
| On your grill, you chill, i' m for real | |
| As my rhyme fulfills shelrumble 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 motherfuckers 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 harryo what' s up? you way far from fronting | |
| Won' t you get on the mic and show the people a little something | |
| harryo | |
| 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 ass with shit i wrote last year | |
| So mc' s step up and press your luck | |
| I don' t give a fuck, i roll like a fucking tonka truck | |
| I watch mc' s get silenced when it comes to a challenge | |
| Cause the shit 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 ass 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 ass word to god, you can send allah | |
| My dj' s no joke, and i' m hype, folks | |
| So fuck 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 creat 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 halfmoon, i sport an afro | |
| Friends call my harryo, 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 shit | |
| lord finesse | |
| You thought i wasn' t? | |
| When it comes to being funky i' ll show you who the boss is | |
| yo money rock that shit! hold your motherfucking 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 shit 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 shit | |
| 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 harryo and shelrumble | |
| Rockalot, my man jazzy jay, and i' m outta here like sugar ray, peace |
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