[Lord Finesse]
 It's Lord Finesse  the rhyme vet
 Like Bigge  I'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my fucking time yet
 I bring the noise like static  I cause havoc
 When I grab the mic I pack a party like traffic
 You know my style  I got the hip sound
 I should be a construction worker  the way I be tearing shit down
 One of the best  you ought to shout it
 Bust a nigga's ass and won't give two thoughts about it
 Word, I hunt you down
 I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around
 I slay beginners, sautee contenders
 Shit, and be damned if I don't walk away the winner
 I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks
 You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, I can dig that)
 I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked
 When it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the Diamond District
 I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest
 Chickenheads know my status
 For those that's waiting to doubt
 I'm a play like Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth and "Straighten it Out"

 Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!)
 A.G. my man (Add on, add on!)
 Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!)
 D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!)

 [D-Flow]
 Check it, I got the herb to bomb your brain
 I'm a threat like Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my name
 I flow the same in a competition
 I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the fucking Smith &
 Wesson, MC's never leave my section
 Finger on the trigger, I figure I kill that nigga for stepping
 I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift
 Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous
 Ignore the style and get bucked down, child
 With the three-pound pile, BLOW! How you like me now?
 The new improved Flow, you know how I do so
 Whatever, a motherfucking terror like Cujo
 I'm out to get mine, I want mils, God
 Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred
 It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go
 Chop him like a kilo and let him die

 [A.G.]
 And then I'm a add on like arithmetic
 Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with
 I'm on point with the snakes and fakes
 Ain't the one (Think I am?) You get hung like drapes
 And it's proven, point blank that's the conclusion
 Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion
 Like the raw ism, I'm a kiss him when I hurt him
 Then desert him, because the Show & A.G. shit is sickening
 Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual
 Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical
 Promote the glock? No I'm not
 I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop
 Time to breeze, now I'm gone, the Greats is rolling strong
 So add on and on

 Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!)
 A.G. my man (Add on, add on!)
 Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!)
 D-Flow my man (Add on, add on