Man oh man. The boy done found something funky and Dont know what to do. I think you should set it off Right now. Set it off. Im a get paid for the 1990s I dont care who likes me or who stands behind me The man to peep off a week so dont 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 Im straight and dont sidestep I do shit Jack Lalaine aint tried yet Ask any female, betcha shell say Im good Thats why Im Finesse, porno star of the neighborhood Yeah, cause I kick slicker raps Its Lord Finesse, so bow and tip your hat And make way, because I get plenty say Those who dont like me, I dont give a shit anyway When it comes to lyrics, I always find something To make brothers press the rewind button Im a get mine, rappers what you gonna do? Cause you couldnt see me if you wanted to Get who you want, shit you can call the cops But for now, Im getting all my props I reign terror, whatevers clever Im cooler than the Mack and Shaft put together So chill, dont try to get ill, dummy Me get stomped by who? Be for real, money Im 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 Im taking out opponents like a hitman I get the crowd hype like a sort of drug Its Lord Finesse, who the fuck you thought it was? I lounge and chill but still can get ill, Im Live and real with skills beyond skills I thought you knew from the getgo Im cool as the whole nine, but that dont mean shit, though Im unstoppable, able to rock a crew Do the impossible and put my opponents in the hospital Many cant 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 bones Try to take mine, fuck around, you get your head flown I take independently, roll like theres ten of me Thats why Im one of the smoothest in the industry Im dropping MCs on the pavement Cause my entertainment will leave all in amazement Skills I kick to show many Im real swift I got shit that opponents cant deal with Even though theres competition, I dont worry I dust opponents quick fast in a hurry Tracks I analyze, destroy, and vandalize Even I must admit, shit, goddamn Im fly So I dont mind for those trying to get with me But try dissing me, that ass will be history Peace to the brothers and sisters thats behind me Lord Finesse bagging shit for the 90s
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