Fine Tune Da Mic

CHORUS X2 [Maestro] Fine tune da mic [Showbiz] Engineer won't you check it [Maestro] It's the brother Maestro [Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck it [Showbiz] So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo) And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know It's stunning I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to damage ya I left my city and my hometown to fly to Canada To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low And Show's got a flow, a combo with Maestro Fresh Wes, I never fess, big up to Diamond D A.G. and my partner Lord Finesse, can't forget Buckwild People know my style, don't play me like a child Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-E The trump can't see me Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks So don't try to play big willie I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill And make the chump feel silly, huh You can't understand where my head's at While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat