[lord finesse]
Yeah, now check this out.
Now what we have here is the "yes you may" remix, right?
But percee p and my man a.g. ain't here,
And i got my man big l in the house, you know what i'm saying?
And we swinging sh** for '92
[big l]
Ah check it out, yo
Ayo everywhere i go, brothers know my f**ing name
I'm flooring n***as and i only weight a buck and change
I gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days
f**ing with me, a lotta n***as was sporting shades
I grab the microphone and scar jerks
n***as running up (put me on!) what the f**, is this star search?
I'm relieving rappers like sudafed
And if the microphone was smoke then big l would be a buddha head
Ayo my crew's real smooth like lopez
I was rocking mics since n***as was wearing pro keds
I only roll with originators
Chicks stick to my dick like magnets on refridgerators
I'm a crazy mean lyracist
Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this
And those that refuse the order, big l bruise and slaughter
n***as hear me and take notes like a news reporter
I'll bend a rapper like a fender, i'm slender, but far from tender
k**ing n***as like a klan member
You can't touch this, your rhyme's to darn weak, front
And i'm a introduce your brains to the concrete
I keep hoes satisfied, i'm pushing the fattest ride
To take me out, troop, even the baddest try
But they fell cause my techniques are liver
I'm so deaf i need a hearing aid with an equalizer
You tried to hit a home run but you struck out
My rhymes were released, i'd like to say peace the f** out
[lord finesse]
Check it out, it's the brother you have to hear, stand up, clap, and cheer
As far as running mine, ain't nothing happening here
Cause i'm on some ruthless sh**
It ain't over til the fat lady sing? i'm a shoot the b**h
I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get with this
When i kick some sh**, i'm a cold flip the script
It's all systems go when i start ripping shows
I swing and do my thing and i'm coming home with different hoes
I got game like genesis
When i finish this i can bag any hoe on the premisis
I spin into action like a whirlpool
Get wilder than a rapist in a catholic all-girls school
Cause i'm scoring mine, never kicking boring rhymes
I'm living larger than my dick in the morning time
I get paid and laid on a good night
Me take a loss? that sh** don't even look right
Brothers couldn't win against me with their hardest tactics
I hang 'em and use their a** for target practice
If you think you can troop, go recruit your group
We can battle for some loot, sh**
I take you, and plus the rest of your squad
Bust your a** and make you all get messanger jobs
So write that sh** in your column
Any rapper who wants beef, motherf**er's got problems
I'm out to make changes
It's the funky man, you know what my motherf**ing name is
(lord finesse and big l give shoutout til fade)