Time to show and prove with everything I got on stage from the vocal booth
The flow and groove that earned me love and respect from my local crew
The coldest moves, mix 'em up with rage to spit these noble truths
And inspire motherf*ckers to start seeing shit from my focal view
Always coasting through with rhymes that stay in my disposal to
Kill composers who finna f*ck with me with a Chernobyl II
Totaled you sons of bitches time to start making global news
Cause I've been overviewed long as it took moguls to notice you
Yeah this shit's so uncouth it's to be heard at your discretion
But it's my only chance to make a worthy first impression
Hope they'll be so entranced with how I murder verse progressions
Mixed with beats so enhanced that critics'll reword their questions
Gotta replicate the confidence from my rehearsal sessions
Carry extra weight with dominance with this incurred aggression
And as I take center stage, a heavy feelings overwhelming me
Better throw that shit out the window cause once it comes time for the opening melody
It's showtime, why don't y'all motherf*ckers come have a seat
And prepare to be blessed by the hardest rhymes and lavish beats
The moment I'm on play, y'all gonna have my tracks repeat
So underrated but the greatest, I'm just that elite
Yeah, when I make it, your ass gonna suffer a sad defeat
We're both backing shit up, difference is that I have receipts
Got so much cred and I ain't even from the savage streets
But once the show's over, no one'll be as rad as me
Let me tell you about myself, I came up eating outta brown sacks
Couldn't remember a time where it wasn't that my bank account was jack
But every time that I fall, I do like my mom and start bouncing back
And try to get shit to where I'm counting stacks that I hope will be worth a thousand racks
Though I tryna get the bag, realness always curbs astounding plaques
I keep my head held up high cause I never have my verses sounding wack
Ayo, f*ck a normal life, how the f*ck do you get a purpose out of that
Cause nothin' to me's better rippin' shit on the mic and burstin' out a track
I can't see shit ahead of me, but I still have a vision
Talk's cheap if I don't start taking aim and kill for my mission
I was the boy who ain't have a voice until I was spittin'
And spazzed the f*ck out on my shit with my skills and precision
Gonna earn respect even if it takes all my will and ambition
And some hurt and stress and I just might get some real recognition
And the love from my peers, but I finna be rejected I fear
Still, right now I'm coming with all of my f*ckin' blood, sweat and my tears, cause...
It's showtime, why don't y'all motherf*ckers come have a seat
And prepare to be blessed by the hardest rhymes and lavish beats
The moment I'm on play, y'all gonna have my tracks repeat
So underrated but the greatest, I'm just that elite
Yeah, when I make it, your ass gonna suffer a sad defeat
We're both backing shit up, difference is that I have receipts
Got so much cred and I ain't even from the savage streets
But once the show's over, no one'll be as rad as me
NG Fresh - Showtime Lyrics
NG Fresh - Showtime Lyrics
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Time to show and prove with everything I got on stage from the vocal booth
The flow and groove that earned me love and respect from my local crew
The coldest moves, mix 'em up with rage to spit these noble truths
And inspire motherf*ckers to start seeing shit from my focal view
Always coasting through with rhymes that stay in my disposal to
Kill composers who finna f*ck with me with a Chernobyl II
Totaled you sons of bitches time to start making global news
Cause I've been overviewed long as it took moguls to notice you
Yeah this shit's so uncouth it's to be heard at your discretion
But it's my only chance to make a worthy first impression
Hope they'll be so entranced with how I murder verse progressions
Mixed with beats so enhanced that critics'll reword their questions
Gotta replicate the confidence from my rehearsal sessions
Carry extra weight with dominance with this incurred aggression
And as I take center stage, a heavy feelings overwhelming me
Better throw that shit out the window cause once it comes time for the opening melody
It's showtime, why don't y'all motherf*ckers come have a seat
And prepare to be blessed by the hardest rhymes and lavish beats
The moment I'm on play, y'all gonna have my tracks repeat
So underrated but the greatest, I'm just that elite
Yeah, when I make it, your ass gonna suffer a sad defeat
We're both backing shit up, difference is that I have receipts
Got so much cred and I ain't even from the savage streets
But once the show's over, no one'll be as rad as me
Let me tell you about myself, I came up eating outta brown sacks
Couldn't remember a time where it wasn't that my bank account was jack
But every time that I fall, I do like my mom and start bouncing back
And try to get shit to where I'm counting stacks that I hope will be worth a thousand racks
Though I tryna get the bag, realness always curbs astounding plaques
I keep my head held up high cause I never have my verses sounding wack
Ayo, f*ck a normal life, how the f*ck do you get a purpose out of that
Cause nothin' to me's better rippin' shit on the mic and burstin' out a track
I can't see shit ahead of me, but I still have a vision
Talk's cheap if I don't start taking aim and kill for my mission
I was the boy who ain't have a voice until I was spittin'
And spazzed the f*ck out on my shit with my skills and precision
Gonna earn respect even if it takes all my will and ambition
And some hurt and stress and I just might get some real recognition
And the love from my peers, but I finna be rejected I fear
Still, right now I'm coming with all of my f*ckin' blood, sweat and my tears, cause...
It's showtime, why don't y'all motherf*ckers come have a seat
And prepare to be blessed by the hardest rhymes and lavish beats
The moment I'm on play, y'all gonna have my tracks repeat
So underrated but the greatest, I'm just that elite
Yeah, when I make it, your ass gonna suffer a sad defeat
We're both backing shit up, difference is that I have receipts
Got so much cred and I ain't even from the savage streets
But once the show's over, no one'll be as rad as me
The flow and groove that earned me love and respect from my local crew
The coldest moves, mix 'em up with rage to spit these noble truths
And inspire motherf*ckers to start seeing shit from my focal view
Always coasting through with rhymes that stay in my disposal to
Kill composers who finna f*ck with me with a Chernobyl II
Totaled you sons of bitches time to start making global news
Cause I've been overviewed long as it took moguls to notice you
Yeah this shit's so uncouth it's to be heard at your discretion
But it's my only chance to make a worthy first impression
Hope they'll be so entranced with how I murder verse progressions
Mixed with beats so enhanced that critics'll reword their questions
Gotta replicate the confidence from my rehearsal sessions
Carry extra weight with dominance with this incurred aggression
And as I take center stage, a heavy feelings overwhelming me
Better throw that shit out the window cause once it comes time for the opening melody
It's showtime, why don't y'all motherf*ckers come have a seat
And prepare to be blessed by the hardest rhymes and lavish beats
The moment I'm on play, y'all gonna have my tracks repeat
So underrated but the greatest, I'm just that elite
Yeah, when I make it, your ass gonna suffer a sad defeat
We're both backing shit up, difference is that I have receipts
Got so much cred and I ain't even from the savage streets
But once the show's over, no one'll be as rad as me
Let me tell you about myself, I came up eating outta brown sacks
Couldn't remember a time where it wasn't that my bank account was jack
But every time that I fall, I do like my mom and start bouncing back
And try to get shit to where I'm counting stacks that I hope will be worth a thousand racks
Though I tryna get the bag, realness always curbs astounding plaques
I keep my head held up high cause I never have my verses sounding wack
Ayo, f*ck a normal life, how the f*ck do you get a purpose out of that
Cause nothin' to me's better rippin' shit on the mic and burstin' out a track
I can't see shit ahead of me, but I still have a vision
Talk's cheap if I don't start taking aim and kill for my mission
I was the boy who ain't have a voice until I was spittin'
And spazzed the f*ck out on my shit with my skills and precision
Gonna earn respect even if it takes all my will and ambition
And some hurt and stress and I just might get some real recognition
And the love from my peers, but I finna be rejected I fear
Still, right now I'm coming with all of my f*ckin' blood, sweat and my tears, cause...
It's showtime, why don't y'all motherf*ckers come have a seat
And prepare to be blessed by the hardest rhymes and lavish beats
The moment I'm on play, y'all gonna have my tracks repeat
So underrated but the greatest, I'm just that elite
Yeah, when I make it, your ass gonna suffer a sad defeat
We're both backing shit up, difference is that I have receipts
Got so much cred and I ain't even from the savage streets
But once the show's over, no one'll be as rad as me
Writer: Noah Georgis
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