Song | Isn't He Something |
Artist | Lord Finesse |
Album | Return of the Funky Man |
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) |
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 lord fine double se" | |
" 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 lord fine double se" | |
" 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 lord fine double se" | |
" all the party people say isn' t he something" repeat 4x |