[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