1.Lord Finesse Intro
2.Return Of The Funky Man
Chorus：
(mad brothers know his name) (yeah, it's him again) repeat 4x
Lord finesse got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the brother with the same sound
I've been coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone cause it's my turn
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the girls scoping
Say the funky shit and get all the niggas open
So heed that, don't try to yap and give me feedback
I'll get in that ass, believe that
Can it, i'll steal your show like a bandit
I get papes while you're broke like mass transit
You're not as smooth as this, so what can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and step with that foolishness
I'm the type to interrupt a party
I don't need a phone to reach out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, it's just as good as one
Leave the party is what you wack mc's should of done
Cause y'all starving, i'm living extra large and
I'm swinging shit as if my name was tarzan
Yeah, cause i'm on some old new shit
Got more styles than you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off with ease
I'm more deadly than a venerial disease
So think twice, those who think imma fall
I'm shining more than a tire full of armor all
It's lord finesse and i got shit planned
Hot damn, it's the return of the funky man
Chorus
Brothers get cash, but i get way more
In the 90's, i'm getting paid for
Rhyme and envy, 21st century
When asked, 'who's the funkiest？' you better mention me
I go all out while a lot of crews be fronting
I know and they know that they can't do me nothing
Cause i'm smooth and wise, the skills i utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd think my brain was computerized
So who needs a partner or a sidekick？
When it comes to being funky, i got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp smooth rhyme
I polish opponents off like a shoe shine
They be fronting like they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer than baby shit
Fronting like they wild with they bullshit style
I'll put they ass on trial, pull they card and they file
I'm hardcore, but i still keep the scene pumping
So all that singing and dancing, that shit don't mean nothing
Mc's suffer lord finnese lately
Some of them hate me, think that they can take me
I'll take on some of them, bring a whole ton of them
I'll take em all on and stomp each and every one of them
I just chill, relax and flaunt my cash
You wanna riff, i'll be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you can't get with this
Come one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop stupid data
If i ever got served it had to be by a waiter
I lounge in the rest until my song is done
I plan to be straight with papes in the long run
Cause when it comes to rhymes i give you more than you ask for
Bring a whole task force, i rhyme my fucking ass off
I stand in command with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, it's the return of the funky man
Chorus
Stand back, i'm about to flip here
Got dissed last year so i kick ass this year
Brothers were stressing me, strictly overworking me
(they showed you last year) yeah, that fits perfectly
Cool, cause i'm still kinda fed with them
Who gives a fuck, i'm about 20 steps ahead of them
Now i'm established, they feel all embarrassed
Cause i'm with warner brothers and my man gary harris
Spread the news or should i say buzz？
(finesse is paid!) thought i wasn't when i was
The last label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling me
Now that i'm paid, you know what y'all can do for me
Since i sound funky a lot of labels want me
But i'll be damned to be another man's flunky
I can never be a stool pidgeon, i'd rather be a full pidgeon
Fuck the bullshitting
Cause in the 90's i got more than a little game
I'm lord finesse and funky is my middle name
Plus my title and everyone wants mine
It's the brother with the compounds and punchlines
I can still put my foot all in your ass
I'm smooth and funky plus smoother than teddy pendergrass
It's the man to put words in a simile
(he's a funky technician) yeah, y'all remember me
I'm real and actual, the man out taxing you
I got rhymes and mike got a scratch or two
So ain't no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck with win-ten
To the opposition： i'm the man out burning ya
I dust a rapper off like furnature
So take our stand, i foil your plan
Goddamn, it's the return of the funky man
Chorus
3.I Like My Girls With A Boom
(look at shorty) (she's not my type)
Finesse？ (yeah baby？) oh it's like that now？ (repeat 4x)
I like my girls strong and solid
Whether they're loyal or have bones in their closet
I want one with better sense that keep dead presidents
And know what to do when she comes to my residence
Whether you're a virgin or the average whore hopper
I take 'em all, even females with the door knockers
I'm a get mine, let all the men sleep
Girls, don't run that shit that beauty's only skin deep
Cause i don't want no girl with a brillo face
Or the type that leave jheri curl juice on my pillow case
I'm a let you know for girls that need a head start
To lose some fat, a few pounds, and some stretch marks
I want a female that has a mind on track
And still looks good without the makeup or contacts
The type that keeps her business a secret
And has a body others can't compete with
Crazy fine, big behind
Work all day, come home, cook, the whole nine
A female that's also inclined to rap
Make the fellas say (yo, where did you find her at？)
That's the female that the fellas be peeping
Hanging with the rest of the girls every weekend
Guys want to rap to her, sweat her and run after her
She got it going on with a future in back of her
Far from chubby, scarred, or ugly
I rate her a 10 because damn she looks lovely
She got a chest that can elevate any shirt
She makes heads move when she's wearing a miniskirt
She's full grown, got everything sewn
Crazy smart with a mind of her own
She stands alone when compared to all the rest
That's a girl made strictly for lord finesse
She looks good and got everything on tune
Yeah, i like my girls with a boom
(look at shorty) (she's not my type)
Finesse？ (yeah baby？) oh it's like that now？ (repeat 4x)
Come party and hoe with this gigalo soloist
Strictly for the ladies and far from a chauvenist
I like girls from around the way
In tight jeans or miniskirts or some lounge array
I need a female with more shape than an s-curl
So when the crew see her they go (yeah, that's finesse's girl)
I like them light skinned, hair color mustard
(what about her？) nah, she looks busted
I'm just playing so don't think i'm predictable
Cause light skinned or dark skinned i still wanna get with you
No need to front whether older or younger
I don't discriminate because age is just a number
Dating a girl younger than me, that might seem cooler
But i'll be damned to go to jail for a preschooler
I want a hottie, smart not snotty
The one that didn't bring a man to the party
Makeup, extentions？ that's not necessary
I'll take you in whether a maid or a secretary
Or a mcdonald's worker, or a receptionist
Cause i'm a specialist for those that step to this
There's so many girls, i don't chase after one hoe
Pimping ain't easy but i find it quite fun, though
I don't like a girl that be hanging with a slut group
I can't sport a female who scores out a buck tooth
I need a female i can sport when i'm outdoors
I'm not choosy, i got a rep to look out for
Like i said before, you have to be into rap
(there's a problem) hey, i can live with that
I'm 21, out for fun
Ugly girls are okay, but i won't go out with none
Cause as soon as i date them or as soon as i get them
(ewwww, who's that girl finesse got with him？)
So you see, i can't just date anyone
But for now i just stick to the pretty ones
The ones crazy cool, looking all smooth
The female that make all the fellas go 'oooohh'
(finesse is choosy) that's what you all assume
Nah, i like my girls with a boom
(look at shorty) (she's not my type)
Finesse？ (yeah baby？) oh it's like that now？ (repeat 4x)
4.Yes You May
Aw yeah, coming is my man andre the giant in the house, you
Know what i'm saying？ 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 saying？
We repping queensville and forrest in the house.
Let precee 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
A wiser and smoother, keep up or i lose you
When i manuver words when i'm heard i confuse you, bruise you
I'm high potent, devoting much time into one rhyme
Every line of mine is worth quoting
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 recepie, diss the p and you're history
Percee p's the man to praise
For day's 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 assumo
Doing judo, couldn't do no damage to me
I stayed up later made up a rhyme straight up after i ate up
yours
Sprayed up yours, cause get laid up
Thinking i'm a make it big, you rap fans know it
Prepare for stale rap, and you snap your kodak
Diss me, the p？ that'll be suicide
You no frills with no skills, i'll just put you aside
Rappers are skinned in battles and winning them from within them
Befriend them, before i beat them i greet them then eat them,
then send them
A ？court hide？, my lyrics coincide
And dwell all through your brain cells as soon as they go inside
The giant, you got something 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 lacking
Cause you'll be missing in action if you ain't been practicing
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 coming back
What, you think i'm joking？
The last nigga i broke quit rapping and started smoking
This was seen from a close fan
One crawl, some fall, none stall, not all but most ran
You should have seen them running
The tune i was humming is 'a.g. is coming'
Get your best mc's that have heart to fight
Finesse, a.g., and percee p is gonna spark the mic
All girls leave convinced
I'm not a giant in hight, 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 because i'm dissing
Go ahead and 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 fat man
I get heated til i boil
Competition i heard to spoil, leave them under dirt and soil
A mastermind when it comes to a puchline
Anybody wants mine？ that's when it's lunch time
So finesse you got something to say？
Can i kick it？ (yes, you may)
I reign terror, fall off never
(so how you gonna do this？) ayo, whatever
I prepared, equipped, and i'm here to flip
Me take a loss？ i'm not trying 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 smacked now
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 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'm a 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 saying 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, 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 saying peace, i'm audi
Yeah yeah, word up. we just getting fat for '91. a.g., lord
finesse,
Percee p. percee p is the new member, the new member down with
the
Crew.
Yeah, diggin in the crates and all that, all that.
5.Hey Look At Shorty
Yo finesse, c'mere
Why don't you tell this boy
How you was back in the day with poetry
Yeah, check it out
Let's go down a few years let's say way down
When i used to lounge and say rhymes in the playground
I'ma show you how i used to do things
I was wearin pro keds with crazy fat shoestrings
Even as a child, things didn't come easier
I wrote rhymes, while other kids played ？ ？ ？
I was set, determined to climb in rap
Brothers got high - i didn't have time for that
I was rowdy, i didn't say violent though
Got my respect and props at the talent shows
And at the jams and the parties i went to
A-dults used to say, 'yo shorty got potential'
I stepped on the stage with authority and confindence
Got claps and cheers, and plus stupid compliments
I deep down felt, i needed no one's help
To gain my wealth, so i went out for self
None was never foolin me, brothers was cool with me
My rap ingenuity i took to school with me
So in high school, i admit, i could rhyme good
Brothers got mad cause they couldn't flow like i could
I was swift with this, so brothers couldn't get with this
Niggaz was so weak on the mic, it was ridiculous
You was stupid to try to step to run mine
You usually got burnt and stomped durin lunchtime
Cause i was able, to keep the rhyme stable
And please the crowd while i was bangin on a table
So as the days passed, and the months zoomed
I was the funkiest rapper in the lunchroom
I was funky the way i kicked and tell things
Take on mc's, and stomp em before the bell rings
Usin my blessings to take out contestants
'was you nice on the mic？' stupid question
So you know i was far from a wannabe
Even doe pioneers used to front on me sayin
'get from under the ropes shorty, you're not a known rhymer'
Give me the mic and step off, you fuckin old timer
And shut the hell up cause my skills are developed
Funky for my age, but my head will never swell up
I got mean on the scene, with a rougher rap
And left brothers sayin, 'who the fuck was that？'
The new comer, i got plenty numbers
I was the main event, at the jams every summer
I was, short and sturdy, plus i used to rhyme dirty
Get in trouble for stayin out after 9：30
I was a kid with a mic that was runnin shit
Had to come back and take mine after punishment
Cause when it came to rhymin, i was a hot beginner
I used to take out and stomp all the top contenders
The skills i had, i used to flip and flaunt
I was servin brothers like i worked in a resteraunt
I was the type, to spark and bomb troops
Take on everybody and win except mom dukes
I didn't need a 40, to prove i was naughty
Cause even as a kid, people said, 'look at shorty!'
＊ cut and scratch 'look at shorty!' - dj mike smooth ＊
6.Praise The Lord
This is not a classroom, so put your hands down
Aww fuck it, let me tell you who i am now
Finesse is my nickname, the way that i kick game
Girls don't try to figure me out, cause it's a dick thang
I kick rhymes, with beats that slam with force
I'm so gifted my name should be santa claus
Cause i flow, in fact i got the better show
I'm the baddest motherfucker that you'll ever know
I get hype and live on a party tip
I kick more ass than the star of a karate flick
So just chill, don't even play yourself
Grab a seat watch finesse, behave yourself
I school mc's on the r-a-p scoop
If you wanna diss me that's ok with me troop
I finish the album, i'm still kickin new shit
So step to this you'll get snapped like a toothpick
And those who think, finesse is in last place
You gets the bozack and the motherfuckin gas face
Yeah, keep your distance
Bite one rhyme i'll be forced to put a fist in action
Or motion, cause i've got the potion
My frame of mind is deep like the ocean
Call me jaws because i'm eatin yours
Or call me a star because i go on tours
Or call me swift because it ain't no myth
A brother got a rift then i'm forced to lift
That means kill deceased when a brother got a beef
I swell up eyes or i knock out teeth
Now you can't beat this or even get with this
Watch mike smooth spin it back with the quickness
＊ dj mike smooth cuts n scratches ＊
Make way for the brother called finesse
The man with the s on his chest, can't even mess
With the player, funky rhyme sayer
I make crazy paper, whenever i kick the flavor
Attract or i'll rag it, shit gets dramatic
Suckers had it, bitches cling like static
I'm a brother that people wanna see more
Mc'sll get rode up and down like a see-saw
Or played like blackjack as i kick a fat rap
Those that're rude or intrude'll get a backslap
Cause i get raw, or smooth like camay
Fuckin plan b! i'm gettin over with plan a!
I can show and prove why brothers can't last with me
.. as soon as the mic gets passed to me
Y'all need to chill, cause y'all over the hill
Mc's that can't deal need to leave the field
.. and head for the back door
Cause if it wasn't a lord finesse, then who would you clap for？
Don't let your friends soup you up and gas you
Cause i fuck you up, and kick your crew ass too
I stand superior, from here to siberia
That's why when i'm around, brothers leave the area
I'm the type to wreck a show, scoop then sex a hoe
Then i cool the fuck out like a eskimo
So hold on, better yet you better hang on
Shit, i break a motherfucker like a crayon
Punks who don't know, you know i'm gonna school em
They touch my mic, they got a ass-whippin comin to em
Cause i get raw off a bass drum
I make strong moves but shit, i never fake none
The smooth celebrity, none is ahead of me
You say you're sorry, well you damn well better be
I get raw, i'm not the type to slip and fall
When i get up and perform my shit for y'all
I'm not havin it, i wish a nigga would answer me
I flip faster than a brother on a trampoline
Set it off real quick, drop the crazy ill shit
So stop sweatin me, get off the dilznick
I'm waitin for those, who wanna flip
Cause this ain't as funky as i'm gonna get
On a fast tip, i still drop the mad shit
Come one come all, step up, you'll get your ass whipped
When it comes to skills i'm all that plus more
Throw your hands in the air, and praise the lord
＊ dj mike smooth cuts n scratches ＊
7.Save That Shit
Yeah, what's up finesse？
Aw yeah! what's up, money？
night's action？'
You know what i tell them？ i tell them to...
Save that shit! (repeat 7x)
This is for the females that think i'm not the same
Y'all think i'm different because i got a little fame
I remember y'all laughed and teased me
I wanted to make records, no one would believe me
I admit it was hard from the beginning
I used to strike out with the women
You know the females that be fronting and jiving
Don't wanna see a brother until you're paid and striving
You know the fly girls, the bad looking hotties
The ones that think they too good for everybody
Girls used to leave me and go because i had no dough to show
Now i'm paid, told you so
Now fly you see, some girls be eyeing me
Hoes who used to diss me want to all say hi to me
Now i'm straight, making crazy papes
So they all be asking 'when we singing on a date？'
This is not welfare, you gets no help here
So keep walking and take your ass elsewhere
I remember you dissed me a year back
(i was only playing) i'm not trying to hear that
Always fronting playing hard to get
(finesse, i'm yours) don't give me that shit
Save that shit! (repeat 7x)
I knew another girl who used to walk all proud
Could never say hi, she had her head in the clouds
I used to see her every day out the week
She was mute cause the hoe would never speak
Didn't know things like 'excuse me' or 'thank you'
Sporting crazy jewels with extentions to her ankles
She wanted me to treat her like she was a damn star
Always fronting, driving her man's car
It was all about her, 24-7
Driving around calling everybody kevin
She had good neck and kept all the girls panicking
Playing in town showing off like a mannequin
Brown sugar complexion, fine-looking figure
Always winking and smiling just to fuck with a nigga
I asked her what's up, she fronted and fessed
Playing like she's too good for finesse
She acted like she was all that on her high horse
She used to diss me, roll her windows up and drive off
Word up, she was known for acting stuck up
Now i'm paid, she fell off, that's fucked up
I remember how she put me through hell
Her man's in jail, she crashed his car, oh well
Look who's the star of the picture now
Things are opposite, or should i say switched around？
(do you call her？) there's no need to
Se be calling me saying 'when can i see you？'
I guess she don't remember how she treated me rotten
Talking and laughing like everything's forgotten
She used to be teasing, now she's hawking
(finesse why you fronting？) look who's talking!
You used to diss my crew, said i looked pitiful
(come on finesse, you know i want to get with you)
Save that shit! (repeat 7x)
I met another girl, the fly side of them all, g
Had it going on plus a job on wall street
Finally met a female i can claim all mine
Problem was she never had time
When i used to call her she said 'i'm busy honey'
Was it that she was busy or i didn't have money？
That does it, which one was it？
Cause on her free days she used to hang with her cousin
And on the weekends she used to like to rollerskate
I could never catch her, she always had to motivate
Never had time, she went out for self
Told me one day i should find somebody else
Yeah, she's right, that's what i too figured
Come to find out, she cut me off for a new nigga
I was hurt, things got hectic
But my man put me on and i came out making records
Got a little fame in the industry game
I seen that hoe again, you know that bullshit changed
Running up saying 'finesse please listen!'
Would you believe the hoe？ (i'm a born again christian!)
Bullshit! the hoe was trying to hide
She lost her man, plus her 9 to 5
Telling me sorry, no hard feelings
The girl fell off like cracked paint on the ceiling
Nappy extentions, looking all bugged
Trying to catch me at all my shows at the clubs
Telling her friends 'finesse？ sure, he's hype'
(he used to sweat me) yeah, sure you're right
Her best bet is to chill and stay home
Instead of always beeping me from the pay phone
Tying up my line, always interrupting me
Calling every hour just to say what's up to me
Told her about the days when she acted all evil
(finesse i used to like you) sure, i believe you
(for real, can we be lovers to the end？)
What about your man？ (come on, he's just a friend)
What about your job？ (i didn't like it, i quit)
Why is you lying？ save that shit!
Save that shit! (repeat 7x)
8.Show 'em How We Do Things
Aw yeah, i got brothers from around the way in the house, you
Know what i'm saying？ yo check it out, check it out
I got my man shel-rumble in the house
I got my man harry-o in the house
I got my man rock-a-lot in the house
Yo, yo, we gonna do it like this, check it out
I know some brothers with the skills to rock right
Problem is they don't be getting no spotlight
They got potential as good as any others
So i'm a take time out to kick it with them brothers
They brothers are professional, crazy intellectual
Just some fellas i got to give credit to
They rolling strong, know right from wrong
They got skills, so i got to put 'em on
So shel-rumble (what's up？) since this is a three man crew thing
Put down the 40 and show 'em how we do things
Shel-rumble, yeah, that's the name
I'm a kick this off just like a football game
I'm stepping out with my mic in my right hand
Bagging up rappers and throwing their rhymes in the trash can
They play the roll like they hard but yet they sit off
Put me against the best and i'll still get my shit off
I'm like simon so you'd better do what simon says
I'm not christopher williams, but yo, i'm making promises
My style's treacherous, it's so impetuous
I'll go all out if a chump tries to step to this
So hear the flavor through the speakers
I get the ladies strung just like sneakers
I'm a brother who's too hard to touch
Cause if you try my crew we'll jump in just like double dutch
You'll get bombarded if you come unprepared son
Cause yo (there's no such thing as a fair one)
So step, to avoid a fucking crack tooth
Rhymes are insulated, that means i'm wack proof
You're just the opposite, you're nothing but a small fry
Weak mc coming up for a black guy
So don't provoke a saga
Cause you'll catch amnesia just like the central park jogger
That's what happens when cases gets drastic
I'll give you two options, step or get that ass kicked
So, jot this down before you hail a
Mc getting shit sewn just like a tailor
I get smooth, rough, rugged, raw, and swift
Too tough to bluff, so rough you just drift
Away, now can i get a hip-hip hooray？
I say shit that you never would have thought to say
Rhymes poured just enough so we can quench your thirst
I guarentee i'll have you saying 'kick another verse'
Or, if you feel that's not your style
I guarantee you'll be laid back with a kool-aid smile
On your grill, you chill, i'm for real
As my rhyme fulfills shel-rumble got skills
I flaunt the gift on the mic the way a man should
Even old folks be saying (that boy is damn good)
Cause i flow so perfectly
That's why so many motherfuckers worship me
I got skills, but that's not why i'm here
I'm here to let you know i rock it like a pioneer
So harry-o (what's up？) you way far from fronting
Won't you get on the mic and show the people a little something
Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on waxing me
But since they're no match to me they can't do jack to me
The great rap pros slay rappers for fun
Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get done
My rap style may change like a cashier
As i bust ass with shit i wrote last year
So mc's step up and press your luck
I don't give a fuck, i roll like a fucking tonka truck
I watch mc's get silenced when it comes to a challenge
Cause the shit i kick is knocking niggas off balance
Watch 'em fall and crawl just like a baby
Heading for the door yelling 'save me, save me'
Don't attempt to attack me, just shut your trap, b
Don't have me grab the mic and bust your ass like an acne pimple
Cause ripping shop is simple
I tear mics up while rock rips the instrumental
A part, so don't start up a seminar
Cause we'll bust your ass word to god, you can send allah
My dj's no joke, and i'm hype, folks
So fuck around and get your turns and your mics broke
I take no shorts here, this ain't last year
I'm getting swift, elevating in fast gear
I creat rhymes and kick them, never will i fall victim, yo
Brothers know the rap pro can flow
And rap norm, both off and on platform
You couldn't turn me off if i was hooked to a platform
I get raw like bloody liver, make a rapper shiver and shake
So make no mistake you're stepping to the great
Rap pro, i get raw cause it's natural
My cousin sport a fade and half-moon, i sport an afro
Friends call my harry-o, my real name's harry though
I scream on rapper like the niggas did to carry, so
Finesse (yeah yeah) my man, my cousin
I know you're going to kick some shit
You thought i wasn't？
When it comes to being funky i'll show you who the boss is
(yo money rock that shit!) hold your motherfucking horses
Wait up, hold up, i sport the low cut
If rap was a game i'd leave opponents on a doughnut
Funky warlord, top on the scoreboard
Dissing finesse, that shit is uncalled for
Brothers front and fret how they roll correct
Grab the mic and think they pose a threat
Talking about all the brothers they coulda killed
I don't care if you're a new jack or you're older than sugar
hill
Cause i slay with no delay
I stomp you out, so be about your way
You can't hang, you're still in the slow poke zone
You're helpless like a patient in an old folks home
So keep up with my further adventures
I'll have it going on til i'm old with dentures
I rock parties and tear the roof off of houses
Think i can't？ put your money where your mouth is
Give me a mic, let me clear my throat
Guaranteed i'll send you home broke
Fast and quick cause i'm quick with the gift
Give me my money i don't wanna hear shit
And those who can't rap, i don't wanna hear jack
I dust opponents in two minutes flat
When it's showtime, mc's they don't wanna fight
They start bitching saying (why he have to come at night？)
It's the funky man the brother with the new swing
Lord finesse just showing you how i do things
Yeah, like i said
Got the brothers in the house harry-o and shel-rumble
Rock-a-lot, my man jazzy jay, and i'm outta here like sugar ray,
peace
9.Isn't He Something
Once again it's the man with the flavor
It's lord finesse so run and tell your neighbors
So stop sleeping and check out the style i'm freaking
I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatment
Forget striking out, i'm hitting grand slams
Taking opponents off the stage like the sandman
After apollo i'm the one to follow now
I kick the shit that biters can't swallow down
Mics get lit up as soon as i get up
Opponents i hit up, make em quit and want to give up
I'm kicking a party like kung fu
Snatching all the girls as soon as i say 'one two'
Brothers think i'm new, but they're dead for instance
I was into rap before they could form a sentence
I'm finally getting mine after coming up the far way
So nowadays i just lounge and parlay
I'm hip to music, whether jazz or country
I'm the type to make anything sound funky
I like to talk and shout and go and flow
Ayo, some brothers just don't know
That i can take on any played out wack style
Rhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack vile
I kick a rhyme as soon as you say when
So hype on the mic, when i finish you say 'amen'
I'm not the type to go around fronting
Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing
'it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e'
'all the party people say isn't he something' (repeat 2x)
Here we go, it's the grand imperial
With the hip material to blow your stereo
I sound different and my shit be hitting
It's the funky technician pay attention, listen
I flow smoothly like a scene in a movie
Girls that choose me say that i'm a cutie
Rough like a fistfight when i'm holding this mic
So keep your lips tight if you can't keep your shit tight
You can't beat this, better yet top this
I hold the crowd like saddam hold a hostage
I get ferocious so i approach this
The girls are sweet like the cream from a hostess
Yeah, i keep the cash flow
In a fight i throw the first and the last blow
So those that's yakking you'd better be packing
I catch a wreck like a whole mob attacking
I flow with quickness, mc's are too slow to get this
I preach on the mic like a jehovah's witness
Give me a mic, watch me saw
Not daddy kane or eddie murphy, but i get raw
To different tempos, a fast or a slow one
Me a wack mc？ well it takes one to know one
Rhymes with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with
this
Or be about your business
Always got something to keep the crowd jumping
Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing
'it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e'
'all the party people say isn't he something' (repeat 4x)
I get loose to make mc's step back
Brothers try and diss me but i don't sweat that
I'm able to stop a crew, pass any obsticle
I'm not bobby brown, but i still wanna rock with you
Smooth rap maestro, wild like a psycho
Step to this and get sparked like a light show
I flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes back to back
Even with faster raps there's still more after that
This is the funky technician and the one man
Who burn mc's quicker than a suntan
So the days of struggling, that's behind me, son
I got some shit for that ass in '91
So step back as i flow onward, man
Listen, i turn a house party into a concert
Brothers biting pope, crazy rhymes i wrote
I don't get mad, that just prove they take notes
Suckers that lack this can't catch this or match this
They need practice with they played out tactics
I stand ahead of them, the smooth rap veteran
Relieve any crowd like a dose of exederin
When it comes to fights with mics i can hold mine
First album was dope, second one should be a goldmine
I make party people say 'isn't he something'
Cause yo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing
'it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e'
'all the party people say isn't he something' (repeat 4x)
10.Fat For The 90's
Suckas out there better pray and shout for help
When it comes to skills on the mic, i'm out for self
Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss
Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust
Swift with the gift when i'm dropping my shit
I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then i split
I'm not the brother to riff and get raw with
I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit
Many try to bore me and harm me
So what you got an army？ you're all washed up like laundry
It's lord finesse, the rap phenomenom
I take this more serious than a muslim do rhamadan
I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness
I'm so cool i put fans out of business
Suckas try to to copy and beat me
They try to see me, but it's not that easy
They should take shit slowly, becase they don't know me
I'm on the down low, that means i play low key
But at a party, i'm quick to rag a mic
And brothers can't see me with a satellite
So those who want to battle me, step up lively
'a bad motherfucker' is a few words to describe me
I raise instead of sinking, i use my head for thinking
I'm leaving opponents all dead and stinking
I kick game, i got more than a small rap
I drop facts on tracks, shit i'm all that
Whether foreign or american, i come better than
Any specialist or any rap veteran
I'm a brother with skills and a good rep
That's why all the players want to follow my footsteps
So when you hear me, don't comepare me to all the rest
They might be good, but they ain't fucking with lord finesse
Whether you're old or a rapper with a new name
I'll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 train
So don't come here looking for a bargain, troop
I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit
I'm quick to send a nigga home in stitches
Don't sing and dance, but i still get the bitches
So don't ever diss the smooth rap terrorist
I get paid each year to come back and write better shit
Me getting done？ now that's a hot one
It's like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun
Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast
They talking trast but yet haven't heard the half
They don't understand it
Cause i'm living gigantic, and i'm the best, goddammit
Now you know who's on who's jock
When it comes to rhyming i get funkier than an old pair of tube
socks
You can't fuck with finesse, pal
And when i'm done with ya, send your man for the next round
Andre the giant, tell me how ya living
(get on down to the old slick rhythm)
You said i wasn't ready, joke's on you, jack
Because i'm the giant, but before it was 'who's that？'
I don't get girls that's hard to imagine
You be pulling witches, i get the bitches from the beauty pagent
It ain't hard to tell, ain't had enough yet？
Cause you're wet and i still haven't bust a sweat
I'm a fat cat, you're just a kitten
Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks ain't hitting
You're low budget, and my skills are so rugged
I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it
Round up the best mc's and confront me
One on one, they gets done, they better jump me
Me against your crew, now that's a fair fight
Me get done one on one？ yeah right
Come on and face reality
I get hype and pull out a can of brutality
You'll get knocked in the first round, you won't even get to
brag
And ask your girl 'do the giant got the gift of gab？'
Slit her off, hit her off on the first date
Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape
Why didn't you step, yeah you had the chance
To face an avalanche, but you'd rather dance
Cause you know the consequences
To anybody that's comp but just romp and stomp them senseless
Cause i speak with a hypertone
The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone
The mic's in my hands, raise your arms, god
Me and finesse on the same team？ come on, that's a bomb squad
Got the things that's wanted by every girl
Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls
You got game like me？ i doubt it
They say pimping ain't easy...what's so hard about it？
In front of crowds to get lots of cheers
He's finesse, i'm a.g. and i'm the fuck up out of here
Yeah, fat for the 90's, money
11.Stop Sweating The Next Man
'here we go, so pay attention to the teacher' -＞ cut 4x
Y'all sweatin the next man, cause y'all think he's live
Cause the gear he buy, or the car that he drive
He's out your league, meanin not your equal
You're idolizin some knucklehead who can't teach you
So get yours like you first intended
Go out for self, that means be independent
Word up, stop sweatin that brother
I don't think he got his dependin on another
But y'all wanna cling and be under his wing
Brag about his things like his chains and rings
How he's livin fat, buyin this and that
Y'all wit him everday, but y'all ain't makin jack
Y'all gettin played like nintendo
He's not showin y'all how to be large like him though
You could be paid, strivin out, gettin things
Hangin with him, you can't afford two chicken wings
You're better off goin out solo
Cause stickin with him, you're not makin no dough
So stop hawkin and holdin out your hand
Get yours -- and stop sweatin the next man
'be yourself, and walk your own way' -＞ cut 4x
Nowadays, things are lookin critical
Y'all sweatin a brother, females are widdit too
A man that's paid, that's what the females are seekin
That's why they dress up and go out every weekend
No doubt that some of these, females are wannabees
Sweatin every brother with a car over 20 g's
You break your neck, to run after him
He know damn well that you can't do jack for him
He got game, so your head is all psyched
He's the type, to get the sex the first night
So you get with him, you run and tell all your crew
'i love that man!' yeah, sure you do
Your intentions was to jerk him and scoop the cash
You didn't know he was too smart for your stupid ass
He knows you're not makin no dough
Wearin the same outfit three weekends in a row
Everytime you see him, you're broke and empty handed
Then wonder why you got fucked and left stranded
Went all out to please and impress him
Now he's gone, you wonder why you can't catch him
Check it out, to end off the segment
You're confused, you fell off - plus you're pregnant!
Got caught out there, that wasn't part of the plan
'finesse what should i do？' stop sweatin the next man
'be yourself, and walk your own way' -＞ cut 4x
If a person's out your league, then let him go
He might be cool, but you don't have to sweat him though
I don't care if he's drivin, or he dressed gq
You deserve just as much respect, as he do
What you wanna be - a loaner or a borrower？
Owner or employer？ leader or a follower？
The next man is not here to help y'all
He can't put you down, you can only make yourself fall
But y'all sweat him cause the shit is down pat
He's livin fat, yeah the brother's all that
Out of all the fish in the sea, y'all think he's the head shark
Y'all sweat him so much, y'all givin his dick stretch marks
So don't sweat him cause y'all think he's a big shot
And stop scheamin on what some other kid got
You could use your skills to gain wealth and respect then
You could be just as large as the next man
Listen to me -- and i'll bet you
When you get paid, the next man'll sweat you
That's today's plan, and tomorrow's move
Is to get paid, and make other brothers follow you
And let em know, to take they stand
And get theirs -- and stop sweatin the next man!
'be yourself, and walk your own way' -＞ cut 4x
'here we go, so pay attention to the teacher' -＞ also cut
＊ both to fade ＊
12.Funky On The Fast Tip
'man oh man. the boy done found something funky and
Don't know what to do. i think you should set it off
Right now. set it off.'
I'm a get paid for the 1990's
I don't care who likes me or who stands behind me
The man to peep off a week so don't sleep
＞from shades to streets i still go one deep
Save that off the wall bullshit you can have, son
Fuck around, grab the mic, you catch a bad one
I come corect and strapped to bust the ill raps
Me take a loss to who？ you oughta kill that
Back up, slap up, give a brother some head room
Hype on the mic, amazing in the bedroom
Girls like me because i'm straight and don't sidestep
I do shit jack lalaine ain't tried yet
Ask any female, betcha she'll say i'm good
That's why i'm finesse, porno star of the neighborhood
Yeah, cause i kick slicker raps
It's lord finesse, so bow and tip your hat
And make way, because i get plenty say
Those who don't like me, i don't give a shit anyway
When it comes to lyrics, i always find something
To make brothers press the rewind button
I'm a get mine, rappers what you gonna do？
Cause you couldn't see me if you wanted to
Get who you want, shit you can call the cops
But for now, i'm getting all my props
I reign terror, whatever's clever
I'm cooler than the mack and shaft put together
So chill, don't try to get ill, dummy
Me get stomped by who？ be for real, money
I'm not having it so run and get your best groups
You see why they call me lord finesse, troop
I eat em like sandwiches, send them home in bandages
Give me a mic, i show you what doing damage is
Nice swift and, deeper than quicksand
I'm taking out opponents like a hitman
I get the crowd hype like assorted drug
It's lord finesse, who the fuck you thought it was？
I lounge and chill but still can get ill, i'm
Live and real with skills beyond skills
I thought you knew from the get-go
I'm cool as the whole nine, but that don't mean shit, though
I'm unstoppable, able to rock a crew
Do the impossible and put my opponents in the hospital
Many can't hang when i flow and take off
The said to give it up, had to bag and break north
Before they get schooled like a sophomore
Lord finesse is the man to look out for
I got cash, the cuties, the red boats
Try to take mine, fuck around, you get your head flown
I take independently, roll like there's ten of me
That's why i'm one of the smoothest in the industry
I'm dropping mc's on the pavement
Cause my entertainment will leave all in amazement
Skills i kick to show many i'm real swift
I got shit that opponents can't deal with
Even though there's competition, i don't worry
I dust opponents quick fast in a hurry
Tracks i analyze, destroy, and vandalize
Even i must admit, shit, goddamn i'm fly
So i don't mind for those trying to get with me
But try dissing me, that ass will be history
Peace to the brothers and sisters that's behind me
Lord finesse bagging shit for the 90's
13.That's How Smooth I Am
Intro／chorus：repeat 4x
'chilllllllll' --＞ ll cool j
'cause i'm so smooth' --＞ rakim
'i make the girls strip naked and just give it here' --＞ finesse
I'm a player for the 90's, i can show and prove it
When it comes to girls, i'm on some crazy old smooth shit
I step in a party, kick it to the best hoes
Then slide off and people say, 'where'd that finesse go？'
See -- i like the girls with the fresh mouth
Cause they're straight from the party and off to finesse house
I got this far, so i know i'm gonna hit it soon
When you come to my house, leave your panties in the living room
Go with the flow, it don't help to fight
You wanna front？ you'll be by yourself tonight
Cause i'ma get mine, then it's time to get showered dear
Throw on your clothes, fix your weave -- you're outta here!
I tell the truth, there's no reason why i should bluff
I get the ladies, and all that other good stuff
Girls i game any, sex i get plenty
I assume it's all free cause i never spent a penny
I get the ladies and plus i keep papes
When it comes to trickin money off females, i'm a cheapskate
So all you girls who are fans..
.. i'm the fun type man, i'll settle for a one-night stand
Don't be alarmed, your best bet is to stay calm
I'm smoother than that shit that you purchase from avon
Girls don't play me, they strictly obey me
Ask who the smoothest, bet you they'll say me
I'll take one to a dozen, sister niece or cousin
Yeah, finesse you the man -- you thought i wasn't？？
Chorus 1／2
When i roll i slide right, hoes and freaks i sideswipe
To make it short, keep your girl out my eyesight
I'm far from sly, slow, or petrol
I'm snatchin up girls like a klepto'
So when girls leave they guys i like to watch the men flip
If you lost your girl, she wasn't yours to begin with!
Brothers got game, but finesse is twice as nice
They need cars, all i need is a mic device
Girls i juice, love and seduce
Knock the boots, then cut em all loose
I make em all say, 'owwwww!' lie them in a pile
And date em all like they goin out of style
It's the l-o-r-d, f-i-n-e-double-s-e
It's not my fault, that a lot of girls sweat me
Cause even in high school, i was just too smooth you see
Had girls cuttin class and droppin out of school for me
I'm true and so sincere, i'll take you and your friend there
For the 90's and beyond, finesse is in there
If your moms is in our business, put the lady down!
Cause it's enough finesse to go around
I don't lie, front or perp the role
Is your child over 18？ then put her on birth control
She'll be in trouble once i get started
I'm layin girls out like carpet
Smooth since day one, so all the girls stay strung
I'm the kid, your parents told your ass to stay away from
Have no fear, it's the player of the year
I make the girls strip naked and just give it here
Chorus
It's lord finesse, the mack, the jiggalo
Still and all, i'm a smooth ass nigga doe
Come sign up, for the lord finesse program
Champagne, dim lights, jacuzzi and some slow jams
Stuff like this, i figured is a fun thing
So that don't mean that i'm only after one thing
Even doe, i work extremely fast
I just like havin fun, without spendin cash
I use skills and strategy, none is as bad as me
I get the ladies - so niggaz stay mad at me
Straight up business, do girls with the quickness
And leave em smilin like a kid on christmas
Invite me over, let's try out your bedset
Forget hickies, i leave girls with a red neck
Girls break they neck to run and get ahold of me
So brothers with money ain't got nuthin over me
Girls come to my house in a trench and see-through
They love heavy d, but shit, they love me too
So forget the nerds and illiterate jocks
I'm smokin girls like they come in a cigarette box
I make em wait on a list like i was welfare
Ask them am i worth it？ bet you they say, 'hell yeah!'
Pimpin is like basketball, i get much run
Go for the shot, score and plus one
Brothers be sweatin me, so i'm at the foul line
Cause the females that were theirs, you could say are now mine
I gain females and mess they minds up
That's why i'm number one, on the startin lineup
Kinda funky, plus it makes sense
Brothers don't like me, but they all play the bench
And watch finesse as i run down the set-up
Step to a female, and gas her whole head up!
Chorus
Word em up, lord finesse on the smooth tip
Peace to my man showbiz, andre the giant
My man info, my man diamond d
My man jazzy j, my dj mike smooth in the house
14.Party Over Here
'here we go (here we go), come on (come on)' - repeat 4x
Tonight you're going to party with the assigned ruler
Grab a girl and lounge back with a wine cooler
Champagne, because getting girls is a man's game
You're not swift with the gift？ now that's a damn shame
I get raw for you and yours, bound to score
For sure, i'm all that plus more
I'm not stopping here, i got lots to share
I kick a party til i'm old in a rocking chair
Throw rhymes like ？slalucci？, kicking like bruce lee
I make g's off a pen and some looseleaf
I'm gone with the wind as soon as i begin
And if my girl act funny, i bag her friend
Cause i'm no joke when it comes to a rap tune
Stuff brothers kick i would have flushed in the bathroom
I get looser as a dope track producer
Girls got game but i doubt they could juice a
Brother that's stronger whenever i get on a
System, because i'm a top-notch performer
I mingle because i'm single, a brother with fly taste
After this party there's another one at my place
Finesse is here, party people be aware
Throw your hands in the are because there's a party over here
Is it a party over here？ (there's a party over here!) (repeat
3x)
So where's the party at？ (yo, the party's over here!)
Is it a party over here？ (there's a party over here!) (repeat
3x)
So where's the party at？ (yo, the party's over here!)
Now i rock parties and keep concerts pumping
Girls that's single, we can probably work something
Let me handle this, finesse is living scandalous
I got props from here to los angeles
Far from soup, i roll like a troop
I don't front, i told you girls by the group
So don't try to play me, i'm strictly for the ladies
(finesse, what's up？ you looking good, baby)
We swing with this brother and don't just sit there
Come lounge at my crib (what's gonna happen when we get there？)
It's no scam, it's just a smooth slick plan
Meet me outside and have a friend for my man
So all you nad-looking girls that like me
We can swing this, let's do the right thing like spike lee
I'm the one you demand for, skills is enhanced more
You know this man's law, so slide on the dance floor
With the rap singer with the lyrics that linger
It won't hurt to clap your hands or snap your fingers
Wave your arms from side to side
Finesse is live, and this is my 9 to 5
And i don't need nobody to add help
Can i kick it？ (go ahead with your bad self!)
I drop slang when i'm doing my thing
I can show and prove why others can't hang
One to a few, a crew or a gang
I'm ending shit off with a bang
I don't care how you dance, you can stand wherever
But when i rap just put your damn hands together
I flip the lids of adults and kids
So yo showbiz, take 'em to the bridge
'here we go (here we go), come on (come on)' - repeat 4x
Check out how we gonna do this again...
Is it a party over here？ (there's a party over here!) (repeat
3x)
So where's the party at？ (yo, the party's over here!)
It's a party over there and a party over there, too
Guys with their jewlery and the girls with their hairdoos
I'm agressive, one of the freshest
So who's the bestest？ (lord finesse is!)
So come get with this and watch me flip this
Finesse is the man on the mic and i'm gonna rip shit
This isn't stuff that you find at a bargain play
So let's get it on just like marvin gaye
I keep the girls hounding the way i'm throwing down and
(finesse what you doing？) yeah baby, i'm just lounging
I'm larger than a gym that's packed to the rim
Give me the cash, the prop, the fame, and i'm in
Whether lounging or maxing, chilling or relaxing
It won't hurt to check me out in live action
Step in, watch mike smooth spin
For ladies and men doors open at 10：00
P.m., so push your benz or your bm
Finesse is live on the mic so come and see him
With the new flavor, that's why i'm gonna stay fly
It won't hurt to lounge and drop by and say hi
So too amazing whenever a trey i kick
Ballistics, science, and all that other flavor
I pump my rhymes like a barbell
Got more flavor than the neighborhood carvell's
I'm better than keith, i do more than make you sweat
Whenever i kick flavor on the tape cassette
I always come equipped
With 'yes yes y'all' (here we go) and all that other shit
So don't stand, make some noise and cheer
Throw your hands in the air because there's a party over here
'here we go (here we go), come on (come on)' - repeat 4x
Aw yeah, we got it going on in the place, we gonna do this one
last time, bust it
Is it a party over here？ (there's a party over here!) (repeat
3x)
So where's the party at？ (yo, the party's over here!)
Is it a party over here？ (there's a party over here!) (repeat
3x)
So where's the party at？ (yo, the party's over here!)
Aw yeah, we gonna end it like that, and i'm outta here
15.Fuck 'em
'aww shit!' - big daddy kane (repeat 4x)
Me and the fellas, we used to be cool
Until i got the fame, the girls, and the jewels
Now i'm the big man, and they's the small cat
The walk around saying (ayo finesse thinks he's all that!)
I remember when brothers wouldn't back me
(the used to front on me) yeah, exactly
They used to laugh, joke, and try to fool me though
Saying (man, you wasting all your time in the studio!)
I used to get dissed by the neighborhood snapper
He used to say (what you on？ you'll never be a rapper)
Now that i'm paid, rolling with an even crew
The brother be fronting, saying (i always believed in you)
Lord finesse is what i paid the cost to be
Back in the days brothers used to step off on me
(going to the movies, finesse what's up with you？)
Yo, my cash is low (aww, we can't fuck with you)
Even my family was dissing
Said i would never make it, there was too much competition
Out of the family, no one would defend me
Said i was better off getting a job at wendy's
Back in the days they was confused, but now they see
So they tell me they happy and they proud of me
I know the others that be playing with the high credits
Saying (fuck finesse, and yo you can tell him that i said it!)
But when i'm in their face, looking for the payback
They're the first to say (come on, you know i didn't say that)
The brother's copping pleas, i have no time to argue
Lying so much he should write a fucking novel
That's a brother i should waste and get rid of
I shoulda (yo chill, fuck them niggas)
Yeah, fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas! ('take that motherfucker' - ice cube)
Fuck them niggas! ('i ain't bullshitting' - kool g rap) (repeat
2x)
People try to figure what i'm all about
So you always have brothers yapping at the mouth
(finesse is my man!) that's what they shout, see
Fronting and shit because they know nothing about me
I lounge in the rest because i'm a brother that's laid back
So yap all you want but my pockets is gonna stay fat
I used to be fast to run and serve a crew
If you dissed me in the past, i have no work for you
I know who's a traitor and who's my man
I know who's gonna scram when shit hits the fan
I know who used to laugh, diss, and doubt me
But now they want to hound me and be all around me
Those the brothers that's always starting rumors
But yo, that shit is played out like suede pumas
I make g's whenever me and my dj flips
So i don't give a fuck about that he say she say shit
I'm a get mine, so i don't stay worried
I ain't scared to go all out and get my hands dirty
I could care less, cause i do what i wanna
Cause i'm getting papes and got my peoples in the corner
So i don't care about all my foes and enemies
Since i'm paid, a lot of motherfuckers envy me
They try to diss me because it makes them feel bigger
But i got three words： fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas! ('take that motherfucker' - ice cube)
Fuck them niggas! ('i ain't bullshitting' - kool g rap) (repeat
2x)
I have a lot of friends since i'm living fat now
Calling on the phone with my song in the background
Saying (i wanna rhyme, finesse can you teach me？)
Nigga please, you ain't been trying to reach me
Those the brothers who's around when you're winning
But wasn't there when you struggled at the beginning
When i decided to learn, they chose to remain dumb
Now they run around saying i forgot where i came from
Back in the days there were rappers that weren't nice
They used to diss me when i asked for advice
Telling me (get outta here, beat it, go play kid)
Now they wonder how i got paid before they did
Others used to say (i hate they way finesse raps)
Now i'm making g's so you know i don't stress that
I know who's a wannabe and who's a true pal
A lotta brothers dissed me, but who's sweating who now？
I weak is ignorant, only the strong learn
On the path to success, them brothers took a wrong turn
My goal in life isn't to prove i'm a badder dude
Say i'm the best and walk around with an attitude
I kick song raps and drop them on strong tracks
I used to go out for self but my mind is beyond that
I started with kid rhymes, soon i'll be big time
Straight up and down, word is bond, i'm a get mine
I got songs to lay and places to play
So i could care less what a motherfucker say
Rap is a live sport and the ball is in my court
And if i score points and you don't, it's not my fault
Cause i'll bust your ass on a fast break
When you mention my name get your motherfucking facts straight
I like to slap up those that act up
So if you don't know me best bet is to keep your trap shut
I'm not the type to go around and pull a trigger
But i won't hesitate to say 'fuck them niggas'
Fuck them niggas! ('take that motherfucker' - ice cube)
Fuck them niggas! ('i ain't bullshitting' - kool g rap) (repeat
2x)
16.Kicking Flavor With My Man
Yeah yeah, i got my motherfucking man in the house, you know
What i'm saying？ tell 'em your name just about now and shit
Ayo i'm the rhyme inspector mc percee p
Now, just about now, we gonna both do this, but i want you to
Do me a motherfucking favor, you know what i'm saying？ (what's
That？) let them motherfuckers know they ain't hearing what you
Doing right about now, you know what i'm saying？
Like mike tyson i'll bash your face in for basing
Give me some space and i'll put your head out if you get out of
place and
Rip you like plastic, don't make me get drastic
Better step fast, quick to get that ass kicked
What could you do to this？ i ain't new to this
For you to diss me and come off is ludicrous
I ain't with that, so get back and get that
Wick wack shit out my face before you get smacked
Like a hooker short on my cash
I want all my money, you sonny, i'll put this foot up your ass
I got your bitch all on my dick
I go her panties, her bra, her car and she star in my next flick
It's a triple-x jammie
I rode her like a camry, damn p, i know you can't stand me
I'm percee p, p stands for pimp
She gave me head, plus she said that in bed you a dead wimp
He's a goner, working for me on the corner
Locked like a vote, know who to consult if you still wanna
I get devious, treacherous, bet you this
Next verse perce rehearsed is worse than the previous
Lyrical format leaves your head sore, black
Base and i wipe my feat on you face like a doormat
Percee p, that's who i claim to be
But you're amatuers, you're all the same to me
Yeah, you's a duck and your girl gets fucked
Bout to live it up or giving up her ass for a fast buck
Don't get me upset, b, i'm deadly
Sweat me or press up i'll mess up your head, b
You're booty, so step off and rehearse a few
Hours, and take a shower, take it personal
Lord finesse, my rhyme have to end
So get on the mic and let yours begin
Drop it, kick it, i'm about to rip it
I'm young, black, and gifted, plus i sound wicked
I stomp any opponent i come against
So be for real, they don't really want none of this
Since i'm slowing down, i got to keep it flowing now
Tonight it kindd of special, make mine a lowenbrau
I get ahhs and ooohs not boos because i'm real cool
Fucking with finesse is the wrong career move
I be taking crews without breaking rules
You know damn well i don't have time to be breaking rules
I'm all about cash flow, pull girls like a lasso
A brother roast me on the mic？ don't be an asshole
I'm indestructable, so bring in a substitute
What's up with a battle？ (i can't fuck with you)
So don't try testing me, mc's especially
Couldn't win against me if you paid the referee
You can't get with me, so don't say shit to me
You're out your mind if you're trying to get a victory
You can't affect me with your weak technique
If this was a game, you probably couldn't check me
You might be wild, but i'm on an iller tip
Think you stand a chance？ you could kill that shit
I'm intellectual, getting the best of you
I eat mc's like the food at a festival
Drop science and math, stand tall like a giraffe
Completing the task, breaking rappers in half
Puting suckers out of it, yeah i talk a lot of shit
But when it comes to rhymes i deserve a fucking scholarship
Won't front or perp the role, i get the most of hoes
I'm so cool i got girls on remote control
Whether you're a virgin or a bad-looking hot sister
I'm bagging up bitches like a shoplifter
So lord finesse is not the one to fool
I was getting sex since they first invented underoos
Got knowledge of self, so who needs a school for help？
Brothers can't get with finesse, don't even fool yourself
When i begin i set the trend
And i show men, the motherfuckers got no wins
Goddamn, it's no scheme, scam, or plan
I'm just kicking flavor with my motherfucking man
(lord finesse and percee p give shoutouts til fade)
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