[Lord Finesse]
 Yeah yeah  I got my motherfucking man in the house  you know
 what I'm saying? Tell 'em your name just about now and shit

 [Percee P]
 Ayo I'm the Rhyme Inspector MC Percee P

 [Lord Finesse]
 Now  just about now  we gonna both do this  but I want you to
 do me a motherfucking favor  you know what I'm saying? (What's
 that?) Let them motherfuckers know they ain't hearing what you
 doing right about now, you know what I'm saying?

 [Percee P]
 Like Mike Tyson I'll bash your face in for basing
 Give me some space and I'll put your head out if you get out of place and
 Rip you like plastic, don't make me get drastic
 Better step fast, quick to get that ass kicked
 What could you do to this? I ain't new to this
 For you to diss me and come off is ludicrous
 I ain't with that, so get back and get that
 Wick wack shit out my face before you get smacked
 Like a hooker short on my cash
 I want all my money, you sonny, I'll put this foot up your ass
 I got your bitch all on my dick
 I go her panties, her bra, her car and she star in my next flick
 It's a triple-X jammie
 I rode her like a Camry, damn P, I know you can't stand me
 I'm Percee P, P stands for pimp
 She gave me head, plus she said that in bed you a dead wimp
 He's a goner, working for me on the corner
 Locked like a vote, know who to consult if you still wanna
 I get devious, treacherous, bet you this
 Next verse Perce rehearsed is worse than the previous
 Lyrical format leaves your head sore, black
 Base and I wipe my feat on you face like a doormat
 Percee P, that's who I claim to be
 But you're amatuers, you're all the same to me
 Yeah, you's a duck and your girl gets fucked
 Bout to live it up or giving up her ass for a fast buck
 Don't get me upset, B, I'm deadly
 Sweat me or press up I'll mess up your head, B
 You're booty, so step off and rehearse a few
 Hours, and take a shower, take it personal
 Lord Finesse, my rhyme have to end
 So get on the mic and let yours begin

 [Lord Finesse]
 Drop it, kick it, I'm about to rip it
 I'm young, black, and gifted, plus I sound wicked
 I stomp any opponent I come against
 So be for real, they don't really want none of this
 Since I'm slowing down, I got to keep it flowing now
 Tonight it kindd of special, make mine a Lowenbrau
 I get ahhs and ooohs not boos because I'm real cool
 Fucking with Finesse is the wrong career move
 I be taking crews without breaking rules
 You know damn well I don't have time to be breaking rules
 I'm all about cash flow, pull girls like a lasso
 A brother roast me on the mic? Don't be an asshole
 I'm indestructable, so bring in a substitute
 What's up with a battle? (I can't fuck with you)
 So don't try testing me, MC's especially
 Couldn't win against me if you paid the referee
 You can't get with me, so don't say shit to me
 You're out your mind if you're trying to get a victory
 You can't affect me with your weak technique
 If this was a game, you probably couldn't check me
 You might be wild, but I'm on an iller tip
 Think you stand a chance? You could kill that shit
 I'm intellectual, getting the best of you
 I eat MC's like the food at a festival
 Drop science and math, stand tall like a giraffe
 Completing the task, breaking rappers in half
 Puting suckers out of it, yeah I talk a lot of shit
 But when it comes to rhymes I deserve a fucking scholarship
 Won't front or perp the role, I get the most of hoes
 I'm so cool I got girls on remote control
 Whether you're a virgin or a bad-looking hot sister
 I'm bagging up bitches like a shoplifter
 So Lord Finesse is not the one to fool
 I was getting sex since they first invented underoos
 Got knowledge of self, so who needs a school for help?
 Brothers can't get with Finesse, don't even fool yourself
 When I begin I set the trend
 And I show men, the motherfuckers got no wins
 Goddamn, it's no scheme, scam, or plan
 I'm just kicking flavor with my motherfucking man

 (Lord Finesse and Percee P give shoutouts til fade