[Finesse]
 Suckas out there better pray and shout for help
 When it comes to skills on the mic  I'm out for self
 Finesse is dangerous  so those who came to fuss
 Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust
 Swift with the gift when I'm dropping my shit
 I do shows  collect the dough  grab a hoe  then I split
 I'm not the brother to riff and get raw with
 I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit
 Many try to bore me and harm me
 So what you got an army? You're all washed up like laundry
 It's Lord Finesse, the rap phenomenom
 I take this more serious than a Muslim do Rhamadan
 I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness
 I'm so cool I put fans out of business
 Suckas try to to copy and beat me
 They try to see me, but it's not that easy
 They should take shit slowly, becase they don't know me
 I'm on the down low, that means I play low key
 But at a party, I'm quick to rag a mic
 And brothers can't see me with a satellite
 So those who want to battle me, step up lively
 "A bad motherfucker" is a few words to describe me
 I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking
 I'm leaving opponents all dead and stinking
 I kick game, I got more than a small rap
 I drop facts on tracks, shit I'm all that
 Whether foreign or American, I come better than
 Any specialist or any rap veteran
 I'm a brother with skills and a good rep
 That's why all the players want to follow my footsteps
 So when you hear me, don't comepare me to all the rest
 They might be good, but they ain't fucking with Lord Finesse
 Whether you're old or a rapper with a new name
 I'll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 Train
 So don't come here looking for a bargain, troop
 I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit
 I'm quick to send a nigga home in stitches
 Don't sing and dance, but I still get the bitches
 So don't ever diss the smooth rap terrorist
 I get paid each year to come back and write better shit
 Me getting done? Now that's a hot one
 It's like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun
 Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast
 They talking trast but yet haven't heard the half
 They don't understand it
 Cause I'm living gigantic, and I'm the best, goddammit
 Now you know who's on who's jock
 When it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube socks
 You can't fuck with Finesse, pal
 And when I'm done with ya, send your man for the next round
 Andre the Giant, tell me how ya living
 (Get on down to the old slick rhythm)

 [A.G.]
 You said I wasn't ready, joke's on you, Jack
 Because I'm the Giant, but before it was "Who's that?"
 I don't get girls that's hard to imagine
 You be pulling witches, I get the bitches from the beauty pagent
 It ain't hard to tell, ain't had enough yet?
 Cause you're wet and I still haven't bust a sweat
 I'm a fat cat, you're just a kitten
 Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks ain't hitting
 You're low budget, and my skills are so rugged
 I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it
 Round up the best MC's and confront me
 One on one, they gets done, they better jump me
 Me against your crew, now that's a fair fight
 Me get done one on one? Yeah right
 Come on and face reality
 I get hype and pull out a can of brutality
 You'll get knocked in the first round, you won't even get to brag
 And ask your girl "Do the Giant got the gift of gab?"
 Slit her off, hit her off on the first date
 Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape
 Why didn't you step, yeah you had the chance
 To face an avalanche, but you'd rather dance
 Cause you know the consequences
 To anybody that's comp but just romp and stomp them senseless
 Cause I speak with a hypertone
 The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone
 The mic's in my hands, raise your arms, God
 Me and Finesse on the same team? Come on, that's a bomb squad
 Got the things that's wanted by every girl
 Mack daddy without the Caddy or the jheri curls
 You got game like me? I doubt it
 They say pimping ain't easy...what's so hard about it?
 In front of crowds to get lots of cheers
 He's Finesse, I'm A.G. and I'm the fuck up out of here

 Yeah, fat for the 90's, money