Lyric Kicking Flavor With My Man
[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)
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)
