Yes You May (Funk Flow Mix)

[Lord Finesse]
Yeah, now check this out
Now, what we have here is the "Yes You May" remix, right?
But Percee P and my man A.G. ain't here
And I got my man Big L in the house, you know what I'm sayin'?
And we swingin' shit for '92

[Verse 1: Big L]
Ah, check it out, yo
A-yo! Everywhere that I go, brothers know my fuckin' name
I'm floorin' niggas, and I only weigh a buck and change
I gave a lot of black eyes in my extortin' days
Fuckin' with me, a lotta niggas was sportin' shades
I grab the microphone and scar jerks
Niggas runnin' up (Put me on!), what the fuck is this, Star Search?
I'm relievin' rappers like Sudafed
And if the microphone was smoke, then Big L'd be a buddha head
A-yo, I cruise real smooth like mopeds
I was rockin' mics since niggas was wearin' Pro Keds
I only roll with originators
Chicks stick to my dick 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 a order, Big L bruise and slaughter
Niggas 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' niggas like a Klan member
You can't touch this, your rhymes are too darn weak
Front, and I'mma introduce your brains to the concrete
I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushin' the phattest ride
To take me out, troop, even the baddest tried
But they failed 'cause my techniques are liver
I'm so def, I need a hearing aid with an equalizer
You tried to hit a home run, but you struck out
My rhymes were released, I'd like to say peace the fuck out!

[Verse 2: Lord Finesse]
Check it out
It's the brother you have to hear; stand up, clap and cheer
As far as runnin' mine, ain't nothin' happenin' here
'Cause I'm on some ruthless shit
It ain't over 'til the fat lady sing? I'mma shoot the bitch!
I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get with this
When I kick some shit, I'mma 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 dick in the mornin' time
I get paid and laid on a good night
Me take a loss? That shit don't even look right
Brothers couldn't win against me with they hardest tactics
I hang 'em and use they ass for target practice
If you think you can troop, go recruit your team or group
We can battle for some loot
Shit! I take you, and plus the rest of your squad
Bust your ass and make you all get messenger jobs
So write that shit in your column
Any rapper who wanna beef, motherfucker's got problems
I'm out to make changes
It's the Funky Man, you know what my motherfuckin' name is!

(Big L & Lord Finesse give shoutouts 'til fade)