Текст песни Yes You May (Lord Finesse) с переводом

Aw yeah, comin' in is my man Andre the Giant in the house

You know what I’m sayin'?

I got my man Rhyme Inspector Percee P in the house

We gonna set this off for the 90's

You know what I’m sayin'?

We reppin' P-ville and Forrest in the house

Let Percee get his props, let him get his props

Like sulfuric acid I’m lethal, soon as my words reach you

They eat through brains of those that chose to speak to

I’m wiser and smoother, keep up or I lose ya

When I maneuver words, when I’m heard I confuse ya, bruise ya

I’m high potent, devotin' much time into one rhyme

Every line of mine is worth quotin'

I’m like a college dorm, people will swarm

For knowledge, applicants chill out and fill out a form

I know I’m the best MC, no one can mess with me

I’m a recipe, diss the P and you’re history

Percee P’s the man to praise

For days after a phrase is said, I’ll leave your head phased

No one can surpass the P, get on before or after me

That can be a catastrophe

Brains I kill, when I build with my skill

In my field 'cause I’m ideal

Foes I decompose from nose to toes

I will dispose of all of those that chose to go to my shows

You gotta hand it to me, you know I’m uno

A sumo doin' Judo couldn’t do no damage to me

I stayed up late and made up a rhyme straight up that ate up yours

Sprayed up yours, 'cause you’re laid up

Thinkin' I’mma make it big, you rap fans know that

Prepare as I stand here and rap, and you snap your Kodak

Diss me? The P? That’ll be suicide

You no frills with no skills, I’ll just push you aside

Rappers I skin 'em, battles I win 'em

And from within 'em, befriend 'em

Before I beat 'em, I greet 'em then eat 'em, then send 'em

Now go and hide, my lyrics coincide

And dwell all through your brain cells as soon as they go inside

The Giant, you got somethin' to say?

Can I kick it? («Yes, you may»)

Pass the mic, and watch how I rock the show

Suckers try to diss, now they got to go

I got so much talent

I get hype when I write and I might even get violent

I see and dismantle

You might be nice with the mic

But are you nice with your hands, too?

And I hope you’re not lackin'

'Cause you’ll be missin' in action if you ain’t been practicin'

If you seem to get a victory and it’s legit, shit

Then I’ll admit you can get with me

I never quit, 'cause it’s never none of that

Get the best rhyme and Tec-9 and I’m comin' back

What, you think I’m jokin'?

The last nigga I broke quit rappin' and started smokin'

This was seen from a close fan

One crawl, some fall, none stall, not all but most ran

You should have seen 'em runnin'

The tune I was hummin' is «A.G. Is Comin'»

Get your best MC’s that got heart to fight

Finesse, A.G., and Percee P is gonna spark the mic

All girls leave convinced

I’m not a giant in height, on the strength, I’m a giant in length

Cuties with booties, I know how to pick 'em

(But do you stick 'em?) Ask your girl, she became another victim

Now you’re heated 'cause I’m dissin'

Go ahead, get your ammunition 'cause I’m already on a mission

But don’t approach with that wack plan

I’m one strong black man, mentally I’m a phat man

I get heated 'til I boil

Competition I hurt and spoil, leave 'em under dirt and soil

A mastermind when it comes to a punchline

Anybody wants mine? That’s when it’s lunch time

So Finesse, you got somethin' to say?

Can I kick it? («Yes, you may»)

I reign terror, fall off? Never

(So how you gonna do this?) Ayo, whatever

I’m prepared, equipped, and I’m here to flip

Me take a loss? I’m not tryin' to hear that shit

Neither me or the brothers that I run with

So grab a seat and shut up with that dumb shit

It’s showtime, so it’s time to get hype now

Wack MC’s — leave the stage, put the mic down

Just like that now, riff, you get slapped down

You know what I know? You take your ass to the background

MC’s I eat up, chew up, mash up

Get out of hand and I’ll fuck your damn ass up

Come prepared, don’t front and get scared

I grab the mic, go «One-two» and say «Yeah»

I rock any track that’s thrown at me

A classic, a breakbeat, or even R&B

Whether a variety, or even one group

Any MC against me? Now, that’s a dumb move

As I proceed to flip, I’mma succeed with this

A brother beat me? No one would believe that shit

So don’t play me, stress me, or stand hard

Never send a pussy out to do a man’s job

This is my game, I play the cards here

I bust a rapper’s ass, plus I send him home with car fare

I flow like a faucet, kick the crazy raw shit

I beat a rapper from the party to his doorstep

Straight up and down, you don’t want no conflict

Smoother than a pimp, rougher than a convict

Save the riff 'cause you ain’t sayin' shit

Go against this, you get smoked like a spliff

I drop hits and watch my competitors flip

To them it’s dope, to me it’s just regular shit

That I dropped on the scene 'cause I knew it would boom

I get in a rapper’s ass like a tight pair of Fruit of the Looms

They try to hang, but all of them struck out

What they need to do is retire and chill the fuck out

'Cause I get fancy, funky and plus nasty

I’ll be damned to let a motherfucker pass me

With my style of hip-hop, won’t fall or flip flop

Here to get props 'cause my shit’s hot

So when you see me, don’t hog me or crowd me

Lord Finesse sayin' peace, I’m Audi

Yeah, yeah, word up, we just gettin' phat for '91

A.G., Lord Finesse, Percee P

Percee P is the new member, you know?

The new member down with the crew

Yeah, Diggin' in the Crates and all that, all that

All that, all that, Diggin' in the Crates, Lord Finesse Squad

Peace to Showbiz, Diamond D

All that, all that

Fat Gangsta, Harry-O and the ABC Crew

Don’t forget Gang Starr

Don’t forget Gang Starr! My man Shel Rumble…