Yes You May Lyrics
| Song | Yes You May |
| Artist | Lord Finesse |
| Album | Return of the Funky Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : 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... |
| zuo qu : 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 | |
| Tec9 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 hiphop, 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, | |
| HarryO and the | |
| ABC Crew AG | |
| Don' t forget | |
| GangStarr LF | |
| Don' t forget | |
| GangStarr! | |
| My man Shel | |
| Rumble... |
| zuò qǔ : 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 | |
| Tec9 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 hiphop, 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, | |
| HarryO and the | |
| ABC Crew AG | |
| Don' t forget | |
| GangStarr LF | |
| Don' t forget | |
| GangStarr! | |
| My man Shel | |
| Rumble... |
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