Let Me Show You

Chill Rob G

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    (Baby)
    (Get down)

    [ VERSE 1 ]
    The truth will set you free, let you see the light
    You don't need to watch TV tonight
    And stop talkin while I'm speakin or start walkin
    Coke you're smokin got you gaggin and coughin
    It's a beacon of light that I present
    Illuminatin the mic with common sense
    I profile the style of the Chill one
    Now close your eyes, son, cause I'm the rising sun
    Back up, don't sweat me, let me earn my pay
    People fiendin for funky tracks we lay
    Need I say I built my rep on
    The fact when others turned back I kept on
    Rhymin, climbin, the timin, the fist fighter
    All you crumb snatchers, I'm here to diss biters
    I don't trust you any further than I can throw you
    You have any doubts? Look, let me show you

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    [ VERSE 2 ]
    What type of thing are you into? These rhymes I'm bringin you
    Are sort of like slingin you, I'll tell you a thing or two
    I see what's in front of me, the G is no wanna-be
    I hope you know this ain't as hype as it's gonna be
    I know I'm original, the G is no criminal
    Never switchin position cause the condition is terminal
    I do what I gotta do like a brother's supposed to
    I'm livin my life right like I took an oath to
    I'm pushin my way through, I won't let you slow me down
    Chill is a prefix, Rob is a proper noun
    G is for greatness, I don't wanna debate this
    The way that I'm risin I appear to be weightless
    I may sound crazy, this might look easy
    Suckers don't faze me, crabs don't skeeze me
    You wanna know the time, then bust a rhyme
    Here's my favorite line - let me show you

    [ VERSE 3 ]
    I hear a lot of rappers who seem to lackluster
    Execute your rhyme with all the force that you can muster
    Just a hint, as I sprint toward my own goal
    Rob is chill, got skill and get stone-cold
    But I'm a free thinker, I'll tinker with your brain game
    More when I put you on board my thought train
    All aboard, you can all applaud, and Lord
    Have pity on a fake or flake or fraud
    Think you're cool? What a fool we take you for
    Wastin time on rhymes that make you snore
    Puttin yourself to sleep is ridiculous
    To shake you up, wake you up, we kick you this
    Seems like you get up and go, got up and left
    Now just watchin me you're all out of breath
    Sit down, relax yourself, don't tax yourself
    Here's a pretty good question to ask yourself
    Am I lackin, how am I livin, am I givin all I got?
    If not, let me show you

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    Composición: Mark James y Robert Frazier

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