Lord Finesse, Percee P, Andre the Giant - Yes, You May lyrics

Aw yeah! I got my man Andre
The Giant in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
I got my man Rhyme Inspector
Percee P in the house
We gonna set this off for the 90's
You know what I'm sayin'?

We reppin' P-ville and Forrest in the house

Let Percee get his props
Let him get his props

Like sulfuric acid I'm lethal
Soon as my words reach you
They eat through brains of those
That chose to speak to
I'm wiser and smoother
Keep up or I lose ya when I maneuver words
When I'm heard I confuse ya, bruise ya
I'm high potent
Devotin' much time into one rhyme
Every line of mine is worth quotin'
I'm like a college dorm, people will swarm
For knowledge
Applicants chill out and fill out a form
I know I'm the best MC
No one can mess with me
I'm a recipe, diss the P and you're history
Percee P's the man to praise
For days after a phrase is said
I'll leave your head phased
No one can surpass the P
Get on before or after me
That can be a catastrophe
Brains I kill when I build with my
Skill in my field 'cause I'm ideal
Foes I decompose from nose to toes
I will dispose of all of those that
Chose to go to my shows
You gotta hand it to me, you know I'm uno
A sumo doin' Judo couldn't do no damage to me
I stayed up late and made up a
Rhyme straight up that ate up yours
Sprayed up yours, 'cause you're laid up
Thinkin' I'mma make it big
You rap fans know that
Prepare as I stand here and rap
And you snap your Kodak
Diss me? The P? That'll be suicide
You no frills with no skills
I'll just push you aside rappers I skin 'em
Battles I win 'em if I'm in 'em
Befriend 'em before I beat 'em
I greet 'em then eat 'em, so send 'em
Now go and hide, my lyrics coincide
And dwell all through your brain cells
As soon as they go inside
The Giant, you got somethin' to say?

Can I kick it? ("Yes, you may")

Pass the mic, and watch how I rock the show
Suckers try to diss, now they got to go
I got so much talent
I get hype when I write
And I might even get violent
I see and dismantle
You might be nice with the mic, but
Are ya nice with ya hands, too?
And I hope you're not lackin'
'Cause you'll be missin' in action
If you ain't been practicin'
If you seem to get a victory and it's legit
Shit then I'll admit you can get with me
I never quit, 'cause it's never none of that
Get the best rhyme and TEC-9
And I'm comin' back
What, you think I'm jokin'?
The last nigga I broke quit
Rappin' and started smokin'
This was seen from a close fan
One crawl, some fall, none stall
Not all but most ran
You should have seen 'em runnin'
The tune I was hummin' is "AG is Comin'"
Get your best MC's that got heart to fight
Finesse, AG
And Percee P is gonna spark the mic
All girls leave convinced
I'm not a giant in height, on the strength
I'm a giant in length
Cuties with booties, I know how to pick 'em
(But do you stick 'em?) Ask your girl
She became another victim
Now you're heated 'cause I'm dissin'
Go ahead, get your ammunition 'cause I'm
Already on a mission
But don't approach with that wack plan
I'm one strong black man
Mentally I'm a phat man
I get heated 'til I boil
Competition I hurt and spoil
Leave 'em under dirt and soil
A mastermind when it comes to a punchline
Anybody wants mine? That's when
It's lunch time
So Finesse, you got somethin' to say?

Can I kick it? ("Yes, you may")

I reign terror, fall off? Never
(So how you gonna do this?) A yo, whatever
I'm prepared, equipped, and I'm here to flip
Me take a loss? I'm not
Tryin' to hear that shit
Neither me or the brothers that I run with
So grab a seat and shut
Up with that dumb shit
It's showtime, so it's time to get hype now
Wack MC's leave the stage, put the mic down
Just like that now, riff
You get slapped down
You know what I know? You take
Your ass to the background
MC's I eat up, chew up, mash up
Get outta hand and I'll fuck your damn ass up
Come prepared, don't front and get scared
I grab the mic, go "One-two" and say "yeah"
I rock any track that's thrown at me
A classic, a breakbeat, or even R&B
Whether a variety, or even one group
Any MC against me? Now, that's a dumb move
As I proceed to flip, I'mma succeed with this
A brother beat me? No one
Would believe that shit
So don't play me, stress me, or stand hard
Never send a pussy out to do a man's job
This is my game, I play the cards here
I bust a rapper's ass
Plus I send him home with car fare
I flow like a faucet, kick the crazy raw shit
I beat a rapper from the party to a doorstep
Straight up and down
You don't want no conflict
Smoother than a pimp, rougher than a convict
Save the riff 'cause you ain't sayin' shit
Go against this, you get smoked like a spliff
I drop hit's and watch my competitors flip
To them it's dope
To me it's just regular shit
That I dropped on the scene 'cause
I knew it would boom
I get in a rapper's ass like a
Tight pair of Fruit of the Looms
They try to hang, but all of them struck out
What they need to do is retire
And chill the fuck out
'Cause, I get fancy, funky and plus nasty
I'll be damned to let a motherfucker pass me
With my style of Hip-Hop
Won't fall or flip flop
Here to get props 'cause my shit's hot
So when you see me, don't hog me or crowd me
Lord Finesse sayin' peace, I'm Audi

Yeah, yeah, word up
We just gettin' phat for '91
AG, Lord Finesse, Percee P
Percee P is the new member, you know?
The new member down with the crew

Lord Finesse Squad you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, Diggin' In The Crates and all that
All that

All that, all that, Diggin' in the Crates
Lord Finesse Squad
Peace to Showbiz, Diamond D
All that, all that
Fat Gangsta, Harry-O and the ABC Crew
Don't forget Gang Starr
Don't forget Gang Starr! My man Shel Rumble