See, you’re out your mind tryin’ to face tha God.
Your rhyme is like an empty prison…a waste of bars.
Lord Finesse, Freestyle vs. Percee P, 2003. Video
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See, you’re out your mind tryin’ to face tha God.
Your rhyme is like an empty prison…a waste of bars.
Girls stick like Crazy Glue, they think they’re gettin’ dough;
But I treat hoes like drugs: I just say ‘No.’
I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn,
Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken.
Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down,
Get strong on the Island, recoup, and lay around.