Brothers ain’t half-steppin…they’re walking backwards.
A.G., “Back to Back Rhyming,” from Lord Finesse & DJ Mike Smooth’s Funky Technician, 1990

Brothers ain’t half-steppin…they’re walking backwards.
I call wild niggas together like Cyrus,
And knock off more birds than the West Nile Virus.
I like my pockets fat, not flat.
Peace to every single rapper on this whole earth;
Sellouts got no worth…
I think they better go soul search.
Girls stick like Crazy Glue, they think they’re gettin’ dough;
But I treat hoes like drugs: I just say ‘No.’
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a funny bastard…
But when it come to money, son, I’m not the one to laugh with.