|
[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?
|
|
[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 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 |
