Yes You May Lyrics - Lord Finesse

[lord finesse] 

Yeah, now check this out. 

Now what we have here is the "yes you may" remix, right? 

But percee p and my man a.g. ain't here, 

And I got my man big l in the house, you know what I'm saying? 

And we swinging shit for '92 

[big l] 

Ah check it out, yo 

Ayo everywhere I go, brothers know my fucking name 

I'm flooring niggas and I only weight a buck and change 

I gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days 

Fucking with me, a lotta niggas was sporting shades 

I grab the microphone and scar jerks 

Niggas running up (put me on!) what the fuck, is this star search? 

I'm relieving rappers like sudafed 

And if the microphone was smoke then big l would be a buddha head 

Ayo my crew's real smooth like lopez 

I was rocking mics since niggas was wearing pro keds 

I only roll with originators 

Chicks stick to my dick like magnets on refridgerators 

I'm a crazy mean lyracist 

Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this 

And those that refuse the order, big l bruise and slaughter 

Niggas hear me and take notes like a news reporter 

I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender, but far from tender 

Killing niggas like a klan member 

You can't touch this, your rhyme's to darn weak, front 

And I'm a introduce your brains to the concrete 

I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushing the fattest ride 

To take me out, troop, even the baddest try 

But they fell cause my techniques are liver 

I'm so deaf I need a hearing aid with an equalizer 

You tried to hit a home run but you struck out 

My rhymes were released, I'd like to say peace the fuck out 

[lord finesse] 

Check it out, it's the brother you have to hear, stand up, clap, and cheer 

As far as running mine, ain't nothing happening here 

Cause I'm on some ruthless shit 

It ain't over til the fat lady sing? I'm a shoot the bitch 

I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get with this 

When I kick some shit, I'm a cold flip the script 

It's all systems go when I start ripping shows 

I swing and do my thing and I'm coming home with different hoes 

I got game like genesis 

When I finish this I can bag any hoe on the premisis 

I spin into action like a whirlpool 

Get wilder than a rapist in a catholic all-girls school 

Cause I'm scoring mine, never kicking boring rhymes 

I'm living larger than my dick in the morning time 

I get paid and laid on a good night 

Me take a loss? that shit don't even look right 

Brothers couldn't win against me with their hardest tactics 

I hang 'em and use their ass for target practice 

If you think you can troop, go recruit your group 

We can battle for some loot, shit 

I take you, and plus the rest of your squad 

Bust your ass and make you all get messanger jobs 

So write that shit in your column 

Any rapper who wants beef, motherfucker's got problems 

I'm out to make changes 

It's the funky man, you know what my motherfucking name is 

(lord finesse and big l give shoutout til fade)