Rematch

(Intro) Uh, unh, uh, uh 2003, Lord Finesse (Lord Finesse) I used to coach the team, see i'm better on the mic Find an ace up my sleeve, never on the dice Sitting on a 2003 if you counting whats there Sitting on a hundread and ten if your couting the spare See, you're out your mind trying to face the gods Your rhymes is like an empty prision, a waste of bars No time flat, see I scrape the squad We don't ask for shit, we just take what's ours Got the skills of titanium, straight to the cranium Try to play me and we can go to war like iranians The deep cat, I speak rap As long as the beat fat, my shit will be off the meat rack Lord finesse don't harass the gods Spit four bars, piss on like half your squad Sorta savage, I don't gay bash I slaught faggots You niggas playing russian roulette with automatics See, on the street i'm the top of the rank Three words when I get the dice you better stop the bank Bet against me, yo you'll get your cash tooken Even my street team promotes nothing but ass whoopings How can you win in a world so cruel? When you learn the game, niggas change the rules You gotta keep cool get down and make moves Show and proove of this land where cash rules If money makes the world go round, so be it I've been broke before ain't tryna repeat it If your plan ain't talking about grands, I don't need it If your vision ain't picturing cream, I can't see it (Percee P) A rap battle I can't be in Cause i'm flipping them bastards like a gymnastic champion I entertain, while amatures loose stamina Trying to examine the lyrics that'll damage your brain cells Yeah I pulled it, the gats trigger on fake black biggas and wack niggas making bullshit Ya'll niggas need to quit popping a lot of shit I ain't impressed with your rhymes so snap out of it Foes, that are dastardly trying to smash the P, won't last with me using the full capacity Rhymes i'll give ya, flow like a river with a high tide I glide swifter and different than others Take a note or two before your shit flop And you get dropped under hip-hops quotable Catch a pro at this, i'm cold like this Cause your wackness, can't flow like this, so go practice Yeah, i'm lyrically with it, physically fitted to take a hit and break your shit and make you quit it, if you try and get it My rap recital on tracks is vital Thats why no one attacks and trys to smash my title If you're clever never try and play me close, champ When I kick it, I get wicked i'm licking and sticking it like a post stamp When I take shit, I can make hits Acapell, I should sell a million never living like roca-fel-a Gat deals and the rap feels The reason I got bills cause I got ill beats and rap skills And yes, ya'll as I bless ya'll it's me percee p and lord finesse, ya'll, fresh, ya'll