It`s like that, y`all, check it out now
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Fuck that, you know who`s bigger
Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas
Fuck those who spread rumors, I didn`t retire
Even though you got all these Lord Finesse juniors
Trying to get hype and rip mics
They just imitators that can`t quite get my shit right
So won`t y`all just face it
That y`all sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift
Wanna battle, I`m all for it
When it comes to this, I`ve been through more shit than a toilet
Now we could get wild and search for peace
Cause right now I`m chillin`, like the nigga home on work release
And even on a lover tip I`ll still wax brothers quick
When I do my thing I be on some old other shit
Niggas I slaughter, just to bring order
Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water
It`s like that, y`all, check it out now
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Now it`s the dictator whose style`s greater
It`s the man with more flavors than motherfucking Now & Laters
And rappers I hit `em well
They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give `em hell
Yeah, so don`t try to front, troop
When your style is played out like an Osh-Kosh jumpsuit
Huh, I`m out to collect figures
I`m on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga
I don`t front like a man on a high horse
But yo, I make more noise than July 4th
So run, son, I ain`t the one, bum, who dial 911
If you don`t, you`s a motherfucking dumb dumb
I`m not a role model, I`m a bad figure
When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga
I got it locked like a warden
Rap without Finesse, that`s like the NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kicking wack raps it`s a fact that
I`ll be on your fucking back like a napsack
It ain`t shit you can tell me
Cause the ladies still jel me without an LP
It`s like that, y`all, check it out now
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It`s like that y`all, and I keep figures
It`s the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street nigga
Lord Finesse got the swift rap and
You don`t need Dionne Warwick and them psychic friends to predict that
In years to come I`m bound to shine
Give me a mic and a minute, I`ll show niggas I get down for mine
Word life, you know the haps
Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached
Man listen, I got plenty rhymes
When it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mine
Word, cause I slay ya fast
Whether you`re the best MC with a mic, or you`re straight up trash
My lyrics excel, hops
From the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks
No dought I got clout
I gotta give a shout (To who?) To my brother Show when I`m out
It`s like that, y`all, check it out now
(Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)
