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Once again it's the man with the flavor |
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It's lord finesse so run and tell your neighbors |
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So stop sleeping and check out the style i'm freaking |
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I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatment |
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Forget striking out, i'm hitting grand slams |
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Taking opponents off the stage like the sandman |
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After apollo i'm the one to follow now |
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I kick the shit that biters can't swallow down |
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Mics get lit up as soon as i get up |
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Opponents i hit up, make em quit and want to give up |
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I'm kicking a party like kung fu |
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Snatching all the girls as soon as i say "one two" |
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Brothers think i'm new, but they're dead for instance |
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I was into rap before they could form a sentence |
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I'm finally getting mine after coming up the far way |
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So nowadays i just lounge and parlay |
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I'm hip to music, whether jazz or country |
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I'm the type to make anything sound funky |
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I like to talk and shout and go and flow |
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Ayo, some brothers just don't know |
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That i can take on any played out wack style |
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Rhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack vile |
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I kick a rhyme as soon as you say when |
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So hype on the mic, when i finish you say "amen" |
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I'm not the type to go around fronting |
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Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing |
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"it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e" |
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"all the party people say isn't he something" (repeat 2x) |
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Here we go, it's the grand imperial |
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With the hip material to blow your stereo |
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I sound different and my shit be hitting |
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It's the funky technician pay attention, listen |
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I flow smoothly like a scene in a movie |
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Girls that choose me say that i'm a cutie |
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Rough like a fistfight when i'm holding this mic |
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So keep your lips tight if you can't keep your shit tight |
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You can't beat this, better yet top this |
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I hold the crowd like saddam hold a hostage |
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I get ferocious so i approach this |
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The girls are sweet like the cream from a hostess |
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Yeah, i keep the cash flow |
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In a fight i throw the first and the last blow |
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So those that's yakking you'd better be packing |
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I catch a wreck like a whole mob attacking |
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I flow with quickness, mc's are too slow to get this |
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I preach on the mic like a jehovah's witness |
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Give me a mic, watch me saw |
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Not daddy kane or eddie murphy, but i get raw |
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To different tempos, a fast or a slow one |
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Me a wack mc? well it takes one to know one |
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Rhymes with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with this |
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Or be about your business |
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Always got something to keep the crowd jumping |
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Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing |
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"it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e" |
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"all the party people say isn't he something" (repeat 4x) |
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I get loose to make mc's step back |
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Brothers try and diss me but i don't sweat that |
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I'm able to stop a crew, pass any obsticle |
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I'm not bobby brown, but i still wanna rock with you |
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Smooth rap maestro, wild like a psycho |
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Step to this and get sparked like a light show |
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I flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes back to back |
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Even with faster raps there's still more after that |
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This is the funky technician and the one man |
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Who burn mc's quicker than a suntan |
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So the days of struggling, that's behind me, son |
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I got some shit for that ass in '91 |
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So step back as i flow onward, man |
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Listen, i turn a house party into a concert |
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Brothers biting pope, crazy rhymes i wrote |
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I don't get mad, that just prove they take notes |
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Suckers that lack this can't catch this or match this |
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They need practice with they played out tactics |
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I stand ahead of them, the smooth rap veteran |
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Relieve any crowd like a dose of exederin |
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When it comes to fights with mics i can hold mine |
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First album was dope, second one should be a goldmine |
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I make party people say "isn't he something" |
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Cause yo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing |
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"it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e" |
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"all the party people say isn't he something" (repeat 4x) |
