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It's Lord Finesse, the rhyme vet Like Bigge, I'm 'Ready to die', but it ain't my f**king time yet I bring the noise like static, I cause havoc When I grab the mic, I pack a party like traffic You know my style, I got the hip sound I should be a construction worker, the way I be tearing shit down One of the best, you ought to shout it Bust a nigga's a*s and won't give two thoughts about it Word, I hunt you down I got a million reasons why none of you can f**k around I slay beginners, saute contenders Shit, and be damned if I don't walk away the winner I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, I can dig that) I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked When it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the Diamond District I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest Chicken heads, know my status For those that's waiting to doubt I'm a play like Pete Rock and C L Smooth and "Straighten it out" Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on) A G, my man (Add on, add on) Ayo show, my man (Add on, add on) D-Flow, my man (Add on, add on) Check it, I got the herb to bomb your brain I'm a threat like Saddam Hussein, niggas better know my name I flow the same in a competition I break them clowns into something different Buck 'em with the f**king Smith and Wesson M C's never leave my section Finger on the trigger, I figure, I kill that nigga for stepping I tote the four-fifth riff, and get your jaw shift Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous Ignore the style and get bucked down, child With the three-pound pile, blow, How you like me now? The new improved flow, you know how I do so Whatever, a motherf**king terror like Cujo I'm out to get mine, I want mils, God Niggas that feel hard, chill, f**k around and get your grill scarred It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go Chop him like a kilo and let him die And then I'm a add on like arithmetic s*ckers, careers get stopped, so stop, who you riffing with? I'm on point with the snakes and fakes Ain't the one, you get hung like drapes (Think I am?) And it's proven, point blank, that's the conclusion Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion Like the rawism, I'm a kiss him when I hurt him Then desert him, because the Show and A G shit is sickening Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical Promote the glock? No, I'm not I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop Time to breeze, now I'm gone, the greats is rolling strong So add on and on Ayo show, my man (Add on, add on) A G, my man (Add on, add on) Ayo show, my man (Add on, add on) D-Flow, my man (Add on, add on)