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It's Lord

Finesse, the rhyme vet

Like Bigge,

I'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my ******* 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 *************t down

One of the best, you ought to shout it

Bust a *************'s ass and won't give two thoughts about it

Word, I hunt you down

I got a million reasons why none of you can ************* around

I slay beginners, sautee contenders

*************t, 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 ****st, 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"

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!) [D-Flow]

Check it,

I got the herb to bomb your brain

I'm a threat like

Saddam Huessein, *************s better know my name

I flow the same in a competition

I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the *******

Smith & Wesson,

MC's never leave my section

Finger on the trigger,

I figure I kill that ************* for stepping

I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw *************ft

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 mother******* terror like

Cujo I'm out to get mine,

I want mils,

God *************s that feel hard chill, ************* 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 [A.G.]

And then I'm a add on like arithmetic

Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with

I'm on point with the snakes and fakes

Ain't the one (Think I am?)

You get hung like drapes

And it's proven, point blank that's the conclusion

Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion

Like the raw ism,

I'm a kiss him when

I hurt him

Then desert him, because the

Show & A.G. *************t 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!)