(Lord Finesse)
It's Lord Finesse, the rhyme vet
Like Bigge, I'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my f**ing 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 sh** down
One of the best, you ought to shout it
Bust a n***a's a** and won't give two thoughts about it
Word, I hunt you down
I got a million reasons why none of you can f** around
I slay beginners, sautee contenders
sh**, 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 j**els like the Diamond District
I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest
Chickenheads know my status
For those that's waiting to doubt
I'm a play like Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth and "Straighten it Out"