Show and Prove (feat. Virus Syndicate)

It's always been like that

We're just spitting fool

Who gives a fuck where you from

Just get in the booth

"Show and Prove" is the rule in my house

And we won't stop till this fucking scene's locked down

PRAOW (x2)

Well, here's something you can talk about

Fire in the hole

If you're asking what's this song about

Talk is cheap

Chatty boy, we don't fuck around

'cause when it comes to dropping bars, yeah, we all about (x2)

Bitch, we too fresh, we spit toothpaste

Get this shit wether officially or bootleg

We don't mind as long as this is what your system plays

We do shows while all these other pussy rappers just complain

Old school like Wiley or Roots Manuva

We be ninjas on these tunes without Glocks or Rugers

Look mom, no hands!

I be riding sixteens like Meridian Dan

Cruising in that fuckin Benz

I'm not a G, I'm a bloody MC

I love money like you

But I don't fuck with wack beats

Nowadays that rapping seems like it's a fucking joke

And everybody hops on board like it's a fucking boat

I'm the one that tells you "Mate, get the fuck out!"

'cause everytime I touch a mic it's a touchdown

Milano-Manchester just putting this shit on the map

You can either snitch or love us, we remain a fact