[Lord Finesse]
Aw yeah, comin' in is 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'?

[Percee P]
We reppin' P-ville and Forrest in the house

[Lord Finesse]
Let Percee get his props, let him get his props

[Verse 1: Percee P]
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, then send 'em
To 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?
[A.G.]
Can I kick it? ("Yes, you may")

[Verse 2: A.G.]
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 you nice with your 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 n***a 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 "A.G. Is Comin'"
Get your best MC's that got heart to fight
Finesse, A.G., 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?
[Lord Finesse]
Can I kick it? ("Yes, you may")

[Verse 3: Lord Finesse]
I reign terror, fall off? Never
(So how you gonna do this?) Ayo, 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 out of 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 his 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 hits 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
[A.G.]
Yeah, yeah, word up, we just gettin' phat for '91
A.G., Lord Finesse, Percee P
Percee P is the new member, you know?
The new member down with the crew

[Lord Finesse]
Yeah, Diggin' in the Crates and all that, all that

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