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