Yes You May Lyrics

Yes You May lyrics

featuring A.G. Percee P

[Lord Finesse]
Aw yeah coming is my man Andre
the Giant in the house you
know what I'm saying? 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 saying?

[Percee P]
We repping Queensville and
Forrest in the house.

[Lord Finesse]
Let Precee get his props let him
get his props.

[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
A
wiser and smoother, keep up or I lose you
When I manuver words when I'm heard
I confuse you, bruise you
I'm high potent, devoting much time into one
rhyme
Every line of mine is worth quoting
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 recepie, diss the P and
you're history
Percee P's the man to praise
For day's 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 assumo
Doing Judo, couldn't do no damage to me
I
stayed up later made up a rhyme straight up after I ate up yours
Sprayed up
yours, cause get laid up
Thinking I'm a make it big, you rap fans know
it
Prepare for stale rap, and you snap your Kodak
Diss me, the P? That'll
be suicide
You no frills with no skills, I'll just put you aside
Rappers
are skinned in battles and winning them from within them
Befriend them,
before I beat them I greet them then eat them, then send them
A ?court
hide?, my lyrics coincide
And dwell all through your brain cells as soon as
they go inside
The Giant, you got something to say?

[A.G.]
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 you nice with your hands,
too?
And I hope you're not lacking
Cause you'll be missing in action if
you ain't been practicing
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 coming back
What, you
think I'm joking?
The last nigga I broke quit rapping and started
smoking
This was seen from a close fan
One crawl, some fall, none stall,
not all but most ran
You should have seen them running
The tune I was
humming is "A.G. is Coming"
Get your best MC's that have heart to
fight
Finesse, A.G., and Percee P is gonna spark the mic
All girls leave
convinced
I'm not a giant in hight, 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 because I'm
dissing
Go ahead and 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 fat man
I get heated til I boil
Competition I heard to
spoil, leave them under dirt and soil
A mastermind when it comes to a
puchline
Anybody wants mine? That's when it's lunch time
So Finesse you
got something to say?

[Lord Finesse]
Can I kick it? (Yes, you
may)

I reign terror, fall off never
(So how you gonna do this?) Ayo,
whatever
I prepared, equipped, and I'm here to flip
Me take a loss? I'm
not trying 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 smacked now
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 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'm a 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 saying 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, 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 saying peace, I'm Audi

[A.G.]
Yeah yeah, word up. We just
getting fat for '91. A.G., Lord Finesse,
Percee P. Percee P is the new
member, the new member down with the
crew.

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

[AG] All that, all that,
Diggin in the Crates, Finesse Squad
[LF] Peace to Showbiz, Diamond D
[AG]
All that, all that
[LF] Fat Gangsta, Harry-O and the ABC Crew
[AG] Don't
forget GangStarr
[LF] Don't forget GangStarr! My man Shel Rumble...