The Shows On
Ladies and Gentleman!
Coming to the stage
Lawrence Turner!
I'm always clocked in, I stay on my grind
Even the crowd knows it's about that time
Soon as the beat drops and I spit that rhyme
They put they hands real high like 11:05
And I'm feeling real good, guess this is my night
Like the King of Pops hair, the mic ignites
I'm addicted to the music and I'm high like heights
Even a pilot can see that, it's in plain sight
Shows stay lit, cause I'm hot now (hot now)
No one used to come, now they wanna pop out (pop out)
And I'm looking real good, take a shot now (shot now)
Wait this my good side, get a profile
Whoa now
Used to come alone and leave alone
Now after the show, there's a mob of hoes
And I used to tell em no, but now my ego growed
Even the small titty girls want a motorboat
I don't know
Man, they was overlooking me
And like a Japanese anime they was dubbing me
But now they put on the scouter and see my energy
And now they wanna transform like I'm an enemy
Real G?
First I come through the speakers
And I awaken the sleepers and turn them into believers
'Cause they respect the flow
Then I confuse who is weaker, then I inspire the teachers
And turn them into receivers like a connected phone
Mic up, Point the cameras here
Turn the lights real low, put a spotlight here
Got the other acts sweating, heat is what they fear
Highly Anticipated like a season premiere cause
The shows on
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
No doubts cause I'm on it now
Used to be modest but I'm stunting now
I had a nigga step to me when I was in the crowd
Served him and sent him on his way like an in and out
My bars hit home, make them sensitive
Ya friends ain't tell you you was wack, nah they never did
Treat him like a punching bag, stay keep taking these hits
Treat him like deodorant and put him straight in a pit
Face looking like he sucking on a lemon and shit
You got sugar in a tank, sweet & sour lil bitch
Patch kid up, this rapper just demolished ya shit
Candy ass rapper bad for my stomach and shit
Ima sell every ticket, these people are handpicking the puny victims
My pen and pad are like pen-pals
I'll pull up with punchlines, to puncture your punk rhymes
And Like a child, I pick 'em up and I put 'em down
I drop the hammer for sure, You think you mighty as Thor
As guards go up more, I break 'em down with ease
Not a sibling fight or rivalry
But ya fans will be
Like he fucked you up, Low-key
The shows on
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
I'm bombing like Obama if he went and dropped a bomb
Like a vet in Vietnam, up against Afghanistan
And the bandwagon full 'cause everybody getting on
But it don't make sense like Wendy Williams in a thong
Or Peter Piper picking a pile of peanuts in a pond
Cause I been that nigga, what the fuck is going on
I can kill a couple cowards like Kenny, I'm King Kong
Cause I been the sickest spitter to ever slay on a song now
The shows on
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
Coming to the stage
Lawrence Turner!
I'm always clocked in, I stay on my grind
Even the crowd knows it's about that time
Soon as the beat drops and I spit that rhyme
They put they hands real high like 11:05
And I'm feeling real good, guess this is my night
Like the King of Pops hair, the mic ignites
I'm addicted to the music and I'm high like heights
Even a pilot can see that, it's in plain sight
Shows stay lit, cause I'm hot now (hot now)
No one used to come, now they wanna pop out (pop out)
And I'm looking real good, take a shot now (shot now)
Wait this my good side, get a profile
Whoa now
Used to come alone and leave alone
Now after the show, there's a mob of hoes
And I used to tell em no, but now my ego growed
Even the small titty girls want a motorboat
I don't know
Man, they was overlooking me
And like a Japanese anime they was dubbing me
But now they put on the scouter and see my energy
And now they wanna transform like I'm an enemy
Real G?
First I come through the speakers
And I awaken the sleepers and turn them into believers
'Cause they respect the flow
Then I confuse who is weaker, then I inspire the teachers
And turn them into receivers like a connected phone
Mic up, Point the cameras here
Turn the lights real low, put a spotlight here
Got the other acts sweating, heat is what they fear
Highly Anticipated like a season premiere cause
The shows on
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
No doubts cause I'm on it now
Used to be modest but I'm stunting now
I had a nigga step to me when I was in the crowd
Served him and sent him on his way like an in and out
My bars hit home, make them sensitive
Ya friends ain't tell you you was wack, nah they never did
Treat him like a punching bag, stay keep taking these hits
Treat him like deodorant and put him straight in a pit
Face looking like he sucking on a lemon and shit
You got sugar in a tank, sweet & sour lil bitch
Patch kid up, this rapper just demolished ya shit
Candy ass rapper bad for my stomach and shit
Ima sell every ticket, these people are handpicking the puny victims
My pen and pad are like pen-pals
I'll pull up with punchlines, to puncture your punk rhymes
And Like a child, I pick 'em up and I put 'em down
I drop the hammer for sure, You think you mighty as Thor
As guards go up more, I break 'em down with ease
Not a sibling fight or rivalry
But ya fans will be
Like he fucked you up, Low-key
The shows on
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
I'm bombing like Obama if he went and dropped a bomb
Like a vet in Vietnam, up against Afghanistan
And the bandwagon full 'cause everybody getting on
But it don't make sense like Wendy Williams in a thong
Or Peter Piper picking a pile of peanuts in a pond
Cause I been that nigga, what the fuck is going on
I can kill a couple cowards like Kenny, I'm King Kong
Cause I been the sickest spitter to ever slay on a song now
The shows on
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
The shows on
You don't really really want it dawg, nah
You don't really really want it
Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Turner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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