[Lord Finesse]
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It's Lord Finesse, the rhyme vet
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Like Bigge, I'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my fucking time yet
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I bring the noise like static, I cause havoc
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When I grab the mic I pack a party like traffic
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You know my style, I got the hip sound
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I should be a construction worker, the way I be tearing shit down
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One of the best, you ought to shout it
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Bust a nigga's ass and won't give two thoughts about it
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Word, I hunt you down
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I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around
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I slay beginners, sautee contenders
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Shit, and be damned if I don't walk away the winner
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I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks
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You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, I can dig that)
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I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked
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When it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the Diamond District
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I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest
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Chickenheads know my status
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For those that's waiting to doubt
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I'm a play like Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth and "Straighten it Out"
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Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!)
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A.G. my man (Add on, add on!)
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Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!)
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D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!)
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[D-Flow]
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Check it, I got the herb to bomb your brain
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I'm a threat like Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my name
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I flow the same in a competition
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I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the fucking Smith &
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Wesson, MC's never leave my section
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Finger on the trigger, I figure I kill that nigga for stepping
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I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift
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Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous
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Ignore the style and get bucked down, child
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With the three-pound pile, BLOW! How you like me now?
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The new improved Flow, you know how I do so
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Whatever, a motherfucking terror like Cujo
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I'm out to get mine, I want mils, God
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Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred
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It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go
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Chop him like a kilo and let him die
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[A.G.]
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And then I'm a add on like arithmetic
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Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with
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I'm on point with the snakes and fakes
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Ain't the one (Think I am?) You get hung like drapes
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And it's proven, point blank that's the conclusion
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Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion
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Like the raw ism, I'm a kiss him when I hurt him
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Then desert him, because the Show & A.G. shit is sickening
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Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual
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Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical
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Promote the glock? No I'm not
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I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop
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Time to breeze, now I'm gone, the Greats is rolling strong
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So add on and on
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Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!)
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A.G. my man (Add on, add on!)
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Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!)
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D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!)
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Add On
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Showbiz & A.G. |