[Lord Finesse]
 Aw yeah  I got brothers from around the way in the house  you
 know what I'm saying? Yo check it out  check it out

 I got my man Shel Rumble in the house
 I got my man Harry O in the house
 I got my man Rock A Lot in the house

 Yo  yo  we gonna do it like this  check it out

 I know some brothers with the skills to rock right
 Problem is they don't be getting no spotlight
 They got potential as good as any others
 So I'm a take time out to kick it with them brothers
 They brothers are professional, crazy intellectual
 Just some fellas I got to give credit to
 They rolling strong, know right from wrong
 They got skills, so I got to put 'em on
 So Shel-Rumble (What's up?) Since this is a three man crew thing
 Put down the 40 and show 'em how we do things

 [Shel-Rumble]
 Shel-Rumble, yeah, that's the name
 I'm a kick this off just like a football game
 I'm stepping out with my mic in my right hand
 Bagging up rappers and throwing their rhymes in the trash can
 They play the roll like they hard but yet they sit off
 Put me against the best and I'll still get my shit off
 I'm like Simon so you'd better do what Simon Says
 I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm making promises
 My style's treacherous, it's so impetuous
 I'll go all out if a chump tries to step to this
 So hear the flavor through the speakers
 I get the ladies strung just like sneakers
 I'm a brother who's too hard to touch
 Cause if you try my crew we'll jump in just like double dutch
 You'll get bombarded if you come unprepared son
 Cause yo (There's no such thing as a fair one)
 So step, to avoid a fucking crack tooth
 Rhymes are insulated, that means I'm wack proof
 You're just the opposite, you're nothing but a small fry
 Weak MC coming up for a black guy
 So don't provoke a saga
 Cause you'll catch amnesia just like the central park jogger
 That's what happens when cases gets drastic
 I'll give you two options, step or get that ass kicked
 So, jot this down before you hail a
 MC getting shit sewn just like a tailor
 I get smooth, rough, rugged, raw, and swift
 Too tough to bluff, so rough you just drift
 Away, now can I get a hip-hip hooray?
 I say shit that you never would have thought to say
 Rhymes poured just enough so we can quench your thirst
 I guarentee I'll have you saying "Kick another verse"
 Or, if you feel that's not your style
 I guarantee you'll be laid back with a Kool-Aid smile
 On your grill, you chill, I'm for real
 As my rhyme fulfills Shel-Rumble got skills
 I flaunt the gift on the mic the way a man should
 Even old folks be saying (That boy is damn good)
 Cause I flow so perfectly
 That's why so many motherfuckers worship me
 I got skills, but that's not why I'm here
 I'm here to let you know I rock it like a Pioneer
 So Harry-O (What's up?) You way far from fronting
 Won't you get on the mic and show the people a little something

 [Harry-O]
 Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on waxing me
 But since they're no match to me they can't do jack to me
 The great rap pros slay rappers for fun
 Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get done
 My rap style may change like a cashier
 As I bust ass with shit I wrote last year
 So MC's step up and press your luck
 I don't give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka truck
 I watch MC's get silenced when it comes to a challenge
 Cause the shit I kick is knocking niggas off balance
 Watch 'em fall and crawl just like a baby
 Heading for the door yelling "Save me, save me"
 Don't attempt to attack me, just shut your trap, B
 Don't have me grab the mic and bust your ass like an acne pimple
 Cause ripping shop is simple
 I tear mics up while Rock rips the instrumental
 A part, so don't start up a seminar
 Cause we'll bust your ass word to God, you can send Allah
 My DJ's no joke, and I'm hype, folks
 So fuck around and get your turns and your mics broke
 I take no shorts here, this ain't last year
 I'm getting swift, elevating in fast gear
 I creat rhymes and kick them, never will I fall victim, yo
 Brothers know the rap pro can flow
 And rap norm, both off and on platform
 You couldn't turn me off if I was hooked to a platform
 I get raw like bloody liver, make a rapper shiver and shake
 So make no mistake you're stepping to the great
 Rap pro, I get raw cause it's natural
 My cousin sport a fade and half-moon, I sport an afro
 Friends call my Harry-O, my real name's Harry though
 I scream on rapper like the niggas did to Carry, so
 Finesse (Yeah yeah) my man, my cousin
 I know you're going to kick some shit

 [Lord Finesse]
 You thought I wasn't?
 When it comes to being funky I'll show you who the boss is
 (Yo money rock that shit!) Hold your motherfucking horses
 Wait up, hold up, I sport the low cut
 If rap was a game I'd leave opponents on a doughnut
 Funky warlord, top on the scoreboard
 Dissing Finesse, that shit is uncalled for
 Brothers front and fret how they roll correct
 Grab the mic and think they pose a threat
 Talking about all the brothers they coulda killed
 I don't care if you're a New Jack or you're older than Sugar Hill
 Cause I slay with no delay
 I stomp you out, so be about your way
 You can't hang, you're still in the slow poke zone
 You're helpless like a patient in an old folks home
 So keep up with my further adventures
 I'll have it going on til I'm old with dentures
 I rock parties and tear the roof off of houses
 Think I can't? Put your money where your mouth is
 Give me a mic, let me clear my throat
 Guaranteed I'll send you home broke
 Fast and quick cause I'm quick with the gift
 Give me my money I don't wanna hear shit
 And those who can't rap, I don't wanna hear jack
 I dust opponents in two minutes flat
 When it's showtime, MC's they don't wanna fight
 They start bitching saying (Why he have to come at night?)
 It's the Funky Man the brother with the new swing
 Lord Finesse just showing you how I do things

 Yeah, like I said
 Got the brothers in the house Harry-O and Shel-Rumble
 Rock-A-Lot, my man Jazzy Jay, and I'm outta here like Sugar Ray, peace