featuring Percee P



[Lord Finesse]

Yeah yeah I got my motherfucking man in the house you know

what I'm saying? Tell 'em your name just about now and shit



[Percee P]

Ayo I'm the Rhyme Inspector MC Percee P



[Lord Finesse]

Now just about now we gonna both do this but I want you to

do me a motherfucking favor you know what I'm saying? (What's

that?) Let them motherfuckers know they ain't hearing what you

doing right about now, you know what I'm saying?



[Percee P]

Like Mike Tyson I'll bash your face in for basing

Give me some space and I'll put your head out if you get out of place and

Rip you like plastic, don't make me get drastic

Better step fast, quick to get that ass kicked

What could you do to this? I ain't new to this

For you to diss me and come off is ludicrous

I ain't with that, so get back and get that

Wick wack shit out my face before you get smacked

Like a hooker short on my cash

I want all my money, you sonny, I'll put this foot up your ass

I got your bitch all on my dick

I go her panties, her bra, her car and she star in my next flick

It's a triple-X jammie

I rode her like a Camry, damn P, I know you can't stand me

I'm Percee P, P stands for pimp

She gave me head, plus she said that in bed you a dead wimp

He's a goner, working for me on the corner

Locked like a vote, know who to consult if you still wanna

I get devious, treacherous, bet you this

Next verse Perce rehearsed is worse than the previous

Lyrical format leaves your head sore, black

Base and I wipe my feat on you face like a doormat

Percee P, that's who I claim to be

But you're amatuers, you're all the same to me

Yeah, you's a duck and your girl gets fucked

Bout to live it up or giving up her ass for a fast buck

Don't get me upset, B, I'm deadly

Sweat me or press up I'll mess up your head, B

You're booty, so step off and rehearse a few

Hours, and take a shower, take it personal

Lord Finesse, my rhyme have to end

So get on the mic and let yours begin



[Lord Finesse]

Drop it, kick it, I'm about to rip it

I'm young, black, and gifted, plus I sound wicked

I stomp any opponent I come against

So be for real, they don't really want none of this

Since I'm slowing down, I got to keep it flowing now

Tonight it kindd of special, make mine a Lowenbrau

I get ahhs and ooohs not boos because I'm real cool

Fucking with Finesse is the wrong career move

I be taking crews without breaking rules

You know damn well I don't have time to be breaking rules

I'm all about cash flow, pull girls like a lasso

A brother roast me on the mic? Don't be an asshole

I'm indestructable, so bring in a substitute

What's up with a battle? (I can't fuck with you)

So don't try testing me, MC's especially

Couldn't win against me if you paid the referee

You can't get with me, so don't say shit to me

You're out your mind if you're trying to get a victory

You can't affect me with your weak technique

If this was a game, you probably couldn't check me

You might be wild, but I'm on an iller tip

Think you stand a chance? You could kill that shit

I'm intellectual, getting the best of you

I eat MC's like the food at a festival

Drop science and math, stand tall like a giraffe

Completing the task, breaking rappers in half

Puting suckers out of it, yeah I talk a lot of shit

But when it comes to rhymes I deserve a fucking scholarship

Won't front or perp the role, I get the most of hoes

I'm so cool I got girls on remote control

Whether you're a virgin or a bad-looking hot sister

I'm bagging up bitches like a shoplifter

So Lord Finesse is not the one to fool

I was getting sex since they first invented underoos

Got knowledge of self, so who needs a school for help?

Brothers can't get with Finesse, don't even fool yourself

When I begin I set the trend

And I show men, the motherfuckers got no wins

Goddamn, it's no scheme, scam, or plan

I'm just kicking flavor with my motherfucking man



(Lord Finesse and Percee P give shoutouts til fade