[Big L]
Everywhere that I go, brothers know my f*****' name.
I'm floorin' n***** and I only weigh a buck and change.
I gave a lot of black eyes in my extortin' days.
f*****' with me, a lotta n***** was sportin' shades.
I grab the microphone and scar jerks.
n***** runnin' up, (put me on!). What the f*** is this, Star Search?
I'm relievin' rappers like Sudafed,
And if the microphone was smoke, then Big L would be a buddha head.
A'yo, my crew's real smooth like Lopez.
I was rockin' mics since n***** was wearin' Pro Keds.
I only roll with originators,
Chicks stick to my d*** like magnets on refrigerators.
I'm a crazy mean lyricist.
Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this.
And those that refuse the order, Big L bruise and slaughter.
n***** hear me and take notes like a news reporter.
I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender, but far from tender,
Killin' n***** like a Klan member.
You can't touch this, your rhyme's too darn weak.
Front and I'ma introduce your brains to the concrete.
I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushin' the baddest ride.
To take me out, troop, even the baddest try.
But they fell 'cause my techniques are liver.
I'm so def, I need a hearin' aid wit' an equalizer.
You tried to hit a home run, but you struck out.
My rhymes were released, I'd like to say peace the f*** out.
[Lord Finesse]
It's the brother ya have to hear, stand up, clap, and cheer.
As far as runnin' mine, ain't nothin' happ'nin' here.
'Cause I'm on some ruthless s***.
It ain't over til the fat lady sing? I'ma shoot the b****!
I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get with this.
When I kick some s***, I'ma cold flip the script.
It's all systems go when I start rippin' shows.
I swing and do my thing and I'm comin' home with different hoes.
I got game like Genesis.
When I finish this, I can bag any ho on the premises.
I spin into action like a whirlpool,
Get wilder than a rapist in a Catholic all-girls school.
'Cause I'm scorin' mine, never kickin' borin' rhymes,
I'm livin' larger than my d*** in the mornin' time.
I get paid and laid on a good night.
Me take a loss? That s*** don't even look right.
Brothers couldn't win against me with their hardest tactics,
I hang 'em and use their a** for target practice.
If you think you can troop, go recruit your team or group,
We can battle for some loot, s***.
I take you and plus the rest of your squad
Bust your a** and make you all get messenger jobs.
So write that s*** in your column.
Any rapper who wanna beef, m************ got problems.
I'm out to make changes.
It's the Funky Man, you know what my m***********' name is.
Everywhere that I go, brothers know my f*****' name.
I'm floorin' n***** and I only weigh a buck and change.
I gave a lot of black eyes in my extortin' days.
f*****' with me, a lotta n***** was sportin' shades.
I grab the microphone and scar jerks.
n***** runnin' up, (put me on!). What the f*** is this, Star Search?
I'm relievin' rappers like Sudafed,
And if the microphone was smoke, then Big L would be a buddha head.
A'yo, my crew's real smooth like Lopez.
I was rockin' mics since n***** was wearin' Pro Keds.
I only roll with originators,
Chicks stick to my d*** like magnets on refrigerators.
I'm a crazy mean lyricist.
Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this.
And those that refuse the order, Big L bruise and slaughter.
n***** hear me and take notes like a news reporter.
I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender, but far from tender,
Killin' n***** like a Klan member.
You can't touch this, your rhyme's too darn weak.
Front and I'ma introduce your brains to the concrete.
I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushin' the baddest ride.
To take me out, troop, even the baddest try.
But they fell 'cause my techniques are liver.
I'm so def, I need a hearin' aid wit' an equalizer.
You tried to hit a home run, but you struck out.
My rhymes were released, I'd like to say peace the f*** out.
[Lord Finesse]
It's the brother ya have to hear, stand up, clap, and cheer.
As far as runnin' mine, ain't nothin' happ'nin' here.
'Cause I'm on some ruthless s***.
It ain't over til the fat lady sing? I'ma shoot the b****!
I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get with this.
When I kick some s***, I'ma cold flip the script.
It's all systems go when I start rippin' shows.
I swing and do my thing and I'm comin' home with different hoes.
I got game like Genesis.
When I finish this, I can bag any ho on the premises.
I spin into action like a whirlpool,
Get wilder than a rapist in a Catholic all-girls school.
'Cause I'm scorin' mine, never kickin' borin' rhymes,
I'm livin' larger than my d*** in the mornin' time.
I get paid and laid on a good night.
Me take a loss? That s*** don't even look right.
Brothers couldn't win against me with their hardest tactics,
I hang 'em and use their a** for target practice.
If you think you can troop, go recruit your team or group,
We can battle for some loot, s***.
I take you and plus the rest of your squad
Bust your a** and make you all get messenger jobs.
So write that s*** in your column.
Any rapper who wanna beef, m************ got problems.
I'm out to make changes.
It's the Funky Man, you know what my m***********' name is.