Lord Finesse, Percee P - Kicking Flavor With My Man lyrics

Yeah, yeah
I got my motherfuckin' man in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
Tell 'em your name just about now and shit

Ayo, I'm the Rhyme Inspector MC Percee P

Now, just about now, we gonna both do this
But, I want you to do
Me a motherfuckin' favor
You know what I'm sayin'? (What's that?)
Let them motherfuckers know
They ain't hearin'
What you doin' right about now
You know what I'm sayin'?

Like Mike Tyson
I'll bash your face in for basin'
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, workin' 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 amateurs
You're all the same to me
Yeah, you's a duck and your girl gets fucked
'Bout to live it up or givin' 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

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 throwin' down
I got to keep it flowin' now
Tonight it kind of special
Make mine a Lowenbrau i get ahhs and ooohs
Not boos because I'm real smooth
Fuckin' with Finesse is a wrong career move
I be takin' crews without breakin' rules
You know damn well I don't have
Time to be fakin' moves
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 indestructible, so bring in a substitute
What's up with a battle?
(I can't fuck with you)
So don't try testin' 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
Tryin' 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 a iller tip
Think you stand a chance? You
Can kill that shit
I'm intellectual, gettin' the best of you
I eat MC's like the food at a festival
Drop science and math
Stand tall like a giraffe
Completin' the task, breakin' rappers in half
Puttin' suckers out of it, yeah
I talk a lot of shit
But when it comes to rhymes
I deserve a fuckin' 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-lookin' hot sister
I'm baggin' up bitches like a shoplifter
So Lord Finesse is not the one to fool
I was gettin' 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 kickin' flavor with
My motherfuckin' man

(Lord Finesse and Percee P
Give shout-outs 'til fade)