Still Diggin' Lyrics - Runaway Slave - Showbiz & A.g.

[Showbiz] 

Yeah 1992 Showbiz & A.G. we about to catch wreck. And I 

Got my main man Diamond D he's about to catch wreck from 

Diggin' in the crates and all that. And I'd like to say 

I chop off the head off of all those that commercialize! 

We got real bad bwoy in effect. Come Diamond D come correct! 

[Diamond D] 

Yo check it 

See I'm back on the block but my name ain't Quincy 

Yeah, I'm chopping rappers up into mincemeat 

Step up and speak if your shit ain't weak 

The beat's for the jeep kid, they don't come cheap 

I practice my craft so you can call me macaroni 

And I get cheese and more run that a pony 

Smoke a lotta herb but I don't chew tobacco 

When Show drops the beat I say "Holy mackerel!" 

The stunts don't front any longer 

See my status is large, and the props are getting longer 

Ride around with Lou Dog in the Path 

Sit back and laugh or maybe sign an autograph 

I'm walking tall, but yo I'm not a cracker 

Don't run with the burgeouis, my crew's much blacker 

So give a shout for the man with the clout 

Sippin' on a Guinness stout, yo I'm about 

Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates 

Diamond D, yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates (repeat 2x) 

[Showbiz] 

Ayo, it's often said, but it's never read 

That Diamond got a beat for every dread in his head 

But don't be mislead (Why?) Cause breakbeats are dead 

I'm not the Biz, who runs around with Super Pro Keds 

I'm just a cool brother, who hangs out in a top shop 

And I still get my props when giving brothers knots 

So step up front, yeah, that's if you want it 

It's time to breathe there's no future in fronting 

Cause they know, and I know, and she know, and we know 

That I'm an old champ like Bruno Samitino 

Or Ivan Pusky or the brother Tony Atlas 

Buy my EP and Showbiz will be the fattest 

And baddest is my status, I knew a man named Thatus 

Who rode a night train to Georgia just like Gladys 

Knight and the Pips, there's no 40's on my lips 

Yo pass the Moet, I might flip and take a sip 

And sit back and puff a blunt with Slick Nick 

Sometimes he puff slow, sometimes he puff quick 

I'd rather grab the mic and concentrate on getting papes 

I'm out, and I'm still diggin' in the fucking crates