Yes You May

[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 P-ville and Forrest in the house [Lord Finesse] Let Percee 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 recipe, 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, a sumo Doing Judo couldn't do no damage to me I stayed up later made up a rhyme straight up, I ate up yours Sprayed up yours, cause get laid up Thinking I'm a make it big, you rap fans know that Preparing to hear 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 Now go and hide, my lyrics coincide And dwell all through your brain cells as soon as they go inside The Giant, you got something to say? [A.G.] 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 lackin' Cause you'll be missing in action if you ain't been practicin' 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 got heart to fight Finesse, A.G., and Percee P is gonna spark the mic All girls leave convinced I'm not a giant in height, 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 cause I'm dissing Go ahead, 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 punchline 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 slapped down 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 at 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 and 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 [A.G.] 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 crew [Lord Finesse] Yeah, Diggin' in the Crates and all that, all that [AG] All that, all that, Diggin' in the Crates, Lord 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 Gang Starr [LF] Don't forget Gang Starr! My man Shel Rumble...