[Lord Finesse]
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Aw yeah, I got brothers from around the way in the house, you
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know what I'm saying? Yo check it out, check it out
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I got my man Shel-Rumble in the house
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I got my man Harry-O in the house
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I got my man Rock-A-Lot in the house
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Yo, yo, we gonna do it like this, check it out
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I know some brothers with the skills to rock right
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Problem is they don't be getting no spotlight
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They got potential as good as any others
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So I'm a take time out to kick it with them brothers
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They brothers are professional, crazy intellectual
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Just some fellas I got to give credit to
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They rolling strong, know right from wrong
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They got skills, so I got to put 'em on
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So Shel-Rumble (What's up?) Since this is a three man crew thing
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Put down the 40 and show 'em how we do things
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[Shel-Rumble]
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Shel-Rumble, yeah, that's the name
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I'm a kick this off just like a football game
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I'm stepping out with my mic in my right hand
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Bagging up rappers and throwing their rhymes in the trash can
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They play the roll like they hard but yet they sit off
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Put me against the best and I'll still get my shit off
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I'm like Simon so you'd better do what Simon Says
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I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm making promises
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My style's treacherous, it's so impetuous
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I'll go all out if a chump tries to step to this
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So hear the flavor through the speakers
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I get the ladies strung just like sneakers
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I'm a brother who's too hard to touch
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Cause if you try my crew we'll jump in just like double dutch
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You'll get bombarded if you come unprepared son
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Cause yo (There's no such thing as a fair one)
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So step, to avoid a fucking crack tooth
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Rhymes are insulated, that means I'm wack proof
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You're just the opposite, you're nothing but a small fry
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Weak MC coming up for a black guy
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So don't provoke a saga
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Cause you'll catch amnesia just like the central park jogger
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That's what happens when cases gets drastic
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I'll give you two options, step or get that ass kicked
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So, jot this down before you hail a
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MC getting shit sewn just like a tailor
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I get smooth, rough, rugged, raw, and swift
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Too tough to bluff, so rough you just drift
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Away, now can I get a hip-hip hooray?
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I say shit that you never would have thought to say
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Rhymes poured just enough so we can quench your thirst
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I guarentee I'll have you saying "Kick another verse"
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Or, if you feel that's not your style
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I guarantee you'll be laid back with a Kool-Aid smile
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On your grill, you chill, I'm for real
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As my rhyme fulfills Shel-Rumble got skills
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I flaunt the gift on the mic the way a man should
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Even old folks be saying (That boy is damn good)
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Cause I flow so perfectly
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That's why so many motherfuckers worship me
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I got skills, but that's not why I'm here
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I'm here to let you know I rock it like a Pioneer
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So Harry-O (What's up?) You way far from fronting
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Won't you get on the mic and show the people a little something
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[Harry-O]
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Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on waxing me
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But since they're no match to me they can't do jack to me
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The great rap pros slay rappers for fun
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Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get done
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My rap style may change like a cashier
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As I bust ass with shit I wrote last year
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So MC's step up and press your luck
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I don't give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka truck
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I watch MC's get silenced when it comes to a challenge
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Cause the shit I kick is knocking niggas off balance
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Watch 'em fall and crawl just like a baby
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Heading for the door yelling "Save me, save me"
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Don't attempt to attack me, just shut your trap, B
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Don't have me grab the mic and bust your ass like an acne pimple
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Cause ripping shop is simple
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I tear mics up while Rock rips the instrumental
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A part, so don't start up a seminar
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Cause we'll bust your ass word to God, you can send Allah
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My DJ's no joke, and I'm hype, folks
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So fuck around and get your turns and your mics broke
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I take no shorts here, this ain't last year
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I'm getting swift, elevating in fast gear
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I creat rhymes and kick them, never will I fall victim, yo
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Brothers know the rap pro can flow
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