[Lord Finesse]

Aw yeah coming is my man Andre the Giant in the house you

Know what I'm saying? I got my man Rhyme Inspector Percee P

In the house. We gonna set this off for the 90's you know

What I'm saying?

[Percee P]

We repping Queensville and Forrest in the house.

[Lord Finesse]

Let Precee get his props let him get his props.

[Percee P]

Like sulfuric acid I'm lethal, soon as my words reach you

They eat through brains of those that chose to speak to

A wiser and smoother, keep up or I lose you

When I manuver words when I'm heard I confuse you, bruise you

I'm high potent, devoting much time into one rhyme

Every line of mine is worth quoting

I'm like a college dorm, people will swarm

For knowledge, applicants chill out and fill out a form

I know I'm the best MC, no one can mess with me

I'm a recepie, diss the P and you're history

Percee P's the man to praise

For day's after a phrase is said I'll leave your head phased

No one can surpass the P, get on before or after me

That can be a catastrophe

Brains I kill, when I build

With my skill, in my field cause I'm ideal

Foes I decompose from nose to toes

I will dispose of all of those that chose to go to my shows

You gotta hand it to me, you know I'm uno assumo

Doing Judo, couldn't do no damage to me

I stayed up later made up a rhyme straight up after I ate up yours

Sprayed up yours, cause get laid up

Thinking I'm a make it big, you rap fans know it

Prepare for stale rap, and you snap your Kodak

Diss me, the P? That'll be suicide

You no frills with no skills, I'll just put you aside

Rappers are skinned in battles and winning them from within them

Befriend them, before I beat them I greet them then eat them, then send them

A ?court hide?, my lyrics coincide

And dwell all through your brain cells as soon as they go inside

The Giant, you got something to say?


Can I kick it? (Yes, you may)

Pass the mic, and watch how I rock the show

Suckers try to diss, now they got to go

I got so much talent

I get hype when I write and I might even get violent

I see and dismantle

You might be nice with the mic, but are you nice with your hands, too?

And I hope you're not lacking

Cause you'll be missing in action if you ain't been practicing

If you seem to get a victory and it's legit, shit

Then I'll admit you can get with me

I never quit, cause it's never none of that

Get the best rhyme and Tec-9 and I'm coming back

What, you think I'm joking?

The last nigga I broke quit rapping and started smoking

This was seen from a close fan

One crawl, some fall, none stall, not all but most ran

You should have seen them running

The tune I was humming is "A.G. is Coming"

Get your best MC's that have heart to fight

Finesse, A.G., and Percee P is gonna spark the mic

All girls leave convinced

I'm not a giant in hight, on the strength, I'm a giant in length

Cuties with booties I know how to pick 'em

(But do you stick 'em?) Ask your girl, she became another victim

Now you're heated because I'm dissing

Go ahead and get your ammunition cause I'm already on a mission

But don't approach with that wack plan

I'm one strong black man, mentally I'm a fat man

I get heated til I boil

Competition I heard to spoil, leave them under dirt and soil

A mastermind when it comes to a puchline

Anybody wants mine? That's when it's lunch time

So Finesse you got something to say?

[Lord Finesse]

Can I kick it? (Yes, you may)

I reign terror, fall off never

(So how you gonna do this?) Ayo, whatever

I prepared, equipped, and I'm here to flip

Me take a loss? I'm not trying to hear that shit

Neither me or the brothers that I run with

So grab a seat and shut up with that dumb shit

It's showtime, so it's time to get hype now

Wack MC's leave the stage, put the mic down

Just like that now, riff you get smacked now

You know what I know? You take your ass to the background

MC's I eat up, chew up, mash up

Get out of hand and I'll fuck your damn ass up

Come prepared, don't front and get scared

I grab the mic, go "One two" and say "Yeah"

I rock any track that's thrown me

A classic, a breakbeat, or even R&B

Whether a variety, or even one group

Any MC against me, now that's a dumb move

As I proceed to flip, I'm a succeed with this

A brother beat me? No one would believe that shit

So don't play me, stress me, or stand hard

Never send a pussy out to do a man's job

This is my game, I play the cards here

I bust a rapper's ass plus I send him home with car fare

I flow like a faucet, kick the crazy raw shit

I beat a rapper from the party to his doorstep

Straight up and down you don't want no conflict

Smoother than a pimp, rougher than a convict

Save the riff cause you ain't saying shit

Go against this, you get smoked like a spliff

I drop hits and watch my competitors flip

To them it's dope, to me it's just regular shit

That I dropped on the scene cause I knew it would boom

I get in a rapper's ass like a tight pair of Fruit of the Looms

They try to hang, but all of them struck out

What they need to do is retire and chill the fuck out

Cause I get fancy, funky, plus nasty

I'll be damned to let a motherfucker pass me

With my style of hip-hop, won't fall or flip flop

Here to get props cause my shit's hot

So when you see me don't hog me or crowd me

Lord Finesse saying peace, I'm Audi


Yeah yeah, word up. We just getting fat for '91. A.G., Lord Finesse,

Percee P. Percee P is the new member, the new member down with the


[Lord Finesse]

Yeah, Diggin in the Crates and all that, all that.

[AG] All that, all that, Diggin in the Crates, Finesse Squad

[LF] Peace to Showbiz, Diamond D

[AG] All that, all that

[LF] Fat Gangsta, Harry-O and the ABC Crew

[AG] Don't forget GangStarr

[LF] Don't forget GangStarr! My man Shel Rumble...
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Yes You May Lyrics

Lord Finesse – Yes You May Lyrics