Show `Em How We Do Things

<br>[Lord Finesse]<br>Aw yeah, I got brothers from around the way in the house, you<br>know what I`m saying? Yo check it out, check it out<br><br> I got my man Shel-Rumble in the house<br> I got my man Harry-O in the house<br> I got my man Rock-A-Lot in the house<br><br>Yo, yo, we gonna do it like this, check it out<br><br>I know some brothers with the skills to rock right<br>Problem is they don`t be getting no spotlight<br>They got potential as good as any others<br>So I`m a take time out to kick it with them brothers<br>They brothers are professional, crazy intellectual<br>Just some fellas I got to give credit to<br>They rolling strong, know right from wrong<br>They got skills, so I got to put `em on<br>So Shel-Rumble (What`s up?) Since this is a three man crew thing<br>Put down the 40 and show `em how we do things<br><br>[Shel-Rumble]<br>Shel-Rumble, yeah, that`s the name<br>I`m a kick this off just like a football game<br>I`m stepping out with my mic in my right hand<br>Bagging up rappers and throwing their rhymes in the trash can<br>They play the roll like they hard but yet they sit off<br>Put me against the best and I`ll still get my shit off<br>I`m like Simon so you`d better do what Simon Says<br>I`m not Christopher Williams, but yo, I`m making promises<br>My style`s treacherous, it`s so impetuous<br>I`ll go all out if a chump tries to step to this<br>So hear the flavor through the speakers<br>I get the ladies strung just like sneakers<br>I`m a brother who`s too hard to touch<br>Cause if you try my crew we`ll jump in just like double dutch<br>You`ll get bombarded if you come unprepared son<br>Cause yo (There`s no such thing as a fair one)<br>So step, to avoid a fucking crack tooth<br>Rhymes are insulated, that means I`m wack proof<br>You`re just the opposite, you`re nothing but a small fry<br>Weak MC coming up for a black guy<br>So don`t provoke a saga<br>Cause you`ll catch amnesia just like the central park jogger<br>That`s what happens when cases gets drastic<br>I`ll give you two options, step or get that ass kicked<br>So, jot this down before you hail a<br>MC getting shit sewn just like a tailor<br>I get smooth, rough, rugged, raw, and swift<br>Too tough to bluff, so rough you just drift<br>Away, now can I get a hip-hip hooray?<br>I say shit that you never would have thought to say<br>Rhymes poured just enough so we can quench your thirst<br>I guarentee I`ll have you saying &quot;Kick another verse&quot;<br>Or, if you feel that`s not your style<br>I guarantee you`ll be laid back with a Kool-Aid smile<br>On your grill, you chill, I`m for real<br>As my rhyme fulfills Shel-Rumble got skills<br>I flaunt the gift on the mic the way a man should<br>Even old folks be saying (That boy is damn good)<br>Cause I flow so perfectly<br>That`s why so many motherfuckers worship me<br>I got skills, but that`s not why I`m here<br>I`m here to let you know I rock it like a Pioneer<br>So Harry-O (What`s up?) You way far from fronting<br>Won`t you get on the mic and show the people a little something<br><br>[Harry-O]<br>Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on waxing me<br>But since they`re no match to me they can`t do jack to me<br>The great rap pros slay rappers for fun<br>Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get done<br>My rap style may change like a cashier<br>As I bust ass with shit I wrote last year<br>So MC`s step up and press your luck<br>I don`t give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka truck<br>I watch MC`s get silenced when it comes to a challenge<br>Cause the shit I kick is knocking niggas off balance<br>Watch `em fall and crawl just like a baby<br>Heading for the door yelling &quot;Save me, save me&quot;<br>Don`t attempt to attack me, just shut your trap, B<br>Don`t have me grab the mic and bust your ass like an acne pimple<br>Cause ripping shop is simple<br>I tear mics up while Rock rips the instrumental<br>A part, so don`t start up a seminar<br>Cause we`ll bust your ass word to God, you can send Allah<br>My DJ`s no joke, and I`m hype, folks<br>So fuck around and get your turns and your mics broke<br>I take no shorts here, this ain`t last year<br>I`m getting swift, elevating in fast gear<br>I creat rhymes and kick them, never will I fall victim, yo<br>Brothers know the rap pro can flow<br>And rap norm, both off and on platform<br>You couldn`t turn me off if I was hooked to a platform<br>I get raw like bloody liver, make a rapper shiver and shake<br>So make no mistake you`re stepping to the great<br>Rap pro, I get raw cause it`s natural<br>My cousin sport a fade and half-moon, I sport an afro<br>Friends call my Harry-O, my real name`s Harry though<br>I scream on rapper like the niggas did to Carry, so<br>Finesse (Yeah yeah) my man, my cousin<br>I know you`re going to kick some shit<br><br>[Lord Finesse]<br>You thought I wasn`t?<br>When it comes to being funky I`ll show you who the boss is<br>(Yo money rock that shit!) Hold your motherfucking horses<br>Wait up, hold up, I sport the low cut<br>If rap was a game I`d leave opponents on a doughnut<br>Funky warlord, top on the scoreboard<br>Dissing Finesse, that shit is uncalled for<br>Brothers front and fret how they roll correct<br>Grab the mic and think they pose a threat<br>Talking about all the brothers they coulda killed<br>I don`t care if you`re a New Jack or you`re older than Sugar Hill<br>Cause I slay with no delay<br>I stomp you out, so be about your way<br>You can`t hang, you`re still in the slow poke zone<br>You`re helpless like a patient in an old folks home<br>So keep up with my further adventures<br>I`ll have it going on til I`m old with dentures<br>I rock parties and tear the roof off of houses<br>Think I can`t? Put your money where your mouth is<br>Give me a mic, let me clear my throat<br>Guaranteed I`ll send you home broke<br>Fast and quick cause I`m quick with the gift<br>Give me my money I don`t wanna hear shit<br>And those who can`t rap, I don`t wanna hear jack<br>I dust opponents in two minutes flat<br>When it`s showtime, MC`s they don`t wanna fight<br>They start bitching saying (Why he have to come at night?)<br>It`s the Funky Man the brother with the new swing<br>Lord Finesse just showing you how I do things<br><br>Yeah, like I said<br>Got the brothers in the house Harry-O and Shel-Rumble<br>Rock-A-Lot, my man Jazzy Jay, and I`m outta here like Sugar Ray, peace