Slave to My Soundwave Lyrics
| Song | Slave to My Soundwave |
| Artist | Lord Finesse |
| Album | Funky Technician |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lord Finesse | |
| Hear the crowd, and get the stage set | |
| You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck | |
| Sit down, relax, as i drop facts | |
| Rhymes attract the crowd once i got em down pat | |
| I'm teachin the masses, join up for classes | |
| You're blind to the truth, so i'ma get you some glasses | |
| Cause as i flow, my rep start to grow | |
| And brothers don't diss me, cause they all know | |
| That i can get raw and hang with the rest of em | |
| Brothers be frontin, but finesse'll be testin em | |
| As i rhyme, and strive for perfection | |
| It used to be mics, now it's girls i'm collectin | |
| Mike smooth is on the wheels of fortune | |
| You don't want none so proceed with caution | |
| Clap along, you didn't know that i was that strong | |
| To kick a rap song on top of a platform | |
| A stage, when i speak i bring rage, shoot | |
| I kick my rhymes from page to page | |
| Get em down pat, when it's time for a hype track | |
| I don't scheme, cause i ain't livin like that | |
| I don't front when it's time for a autograph | |
| A grammy award for rap is what i oughta have | |
| Made up, cause i ate up, most the comp' | |
| Set up a beat, and watch me stomp | |
| Like a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troop | |
| Do i keep the loot? | |
| Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage it | |
| Brothers run it, because they can't handle it | |
| Now mc's i amaze, shock and daze | |
| Just max -- you're a slave to my soundwave | |
| * mike smooth cuts "you're a slave to my soundwave" * | |
| [lord finesse] | |
| Now i'm a brother, who is far from booty | |
| It's lord finesse, the mc and yours truly | |
| Who will take your girl just like a known crook | |
| All i need is a mic and a phonebook | |
| Yo, i go on deep, don't need a gang to flip | |
| You try to copy, but can't even hang with it? | |
| Chill, yo, you can't master fool | |
| I drop science like a kid from catholic school | |
| Back up, just give me some room to flip | |
| I get wild on the mic like some lunatic | |
| With the go, so watch me go | |
| Lord finesse got a soul, and d so | |
| Suckers are gettin rich with no type of written hits | |
| But when approached by me they start shittin bricks | |
| I'm not sayin to jump or be scared of me | |
| But in a battle, just prepare to be | |
| Dissed and beaten, ripped up while i warm up | |
| Or step in range, and get that ass torn up | |
| Or get a beating like kunta kinte | |
| Cause ain't nothin happening steppin over this way | |
| Lookin all in my grill, don't even know when to chill | |
| Grabbin the mic, soundin like a imbecile | |
| A sucker, a pussy, a chump, a dodo | |
| Gettin booed, goin out like a homo | |
| Shut your trap, as i begin to rap | |
| Lord finesse got skill, so just remember that | |
| Rhymes i say, express and send with force | |
| I get you hyped, like sexual intercourse | |
| Eat mc's like a dinner from swanson | |
| Spring into action like the man charles bronson | |
| Step in my way you will get played | |
| When you're tunin, to the lord finesse soundwave | |
| * mike smooth cuts "you're a slave to my soundwave" * | |
| [finesse] * talking while smooth cuts * | |
| Yo just about now i wanna give a shout out | |
| To my dj mike smooth, the brother premier | |
| Slo-mo on the engineerin tip once again | |
| The brother chilly dee, the brother rhome | |
| Donald d, ice-t, kid jazz, the brother disco | |
| The rest of the rhyme syndicate | |
| King sun, build and destroy | |
| Tragedy, and his dj, joe fatal | |
| Peace |
| zuo qu : Lord Finesse | |
| Hear the crowd, and get the stage set | |
| You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck | |
| Sit down, relax, as i drop facts | |
| Rhymes attract the crowd once i got em down pat | |
| I' m teachin the masses, join up for classes | |
| You' re blind to the truth, so i' ma get you some glasses | |
| Cause as i flow, my rep start to grow | |
| And brothers don' t diss me, cause they all know | |
| That i can get raw and hang with the rest of em | |
| Brothers be frontin, but finesse' ll be testin em | |
| As i rhyme, and strive for perfection | |
| It used to be mics, now it' s girls i' m collectin | |
| Mike smooth is on the wheels of fortune | |
| You don' t want none so proceed with caution | |
| Clap along, you didn' t know that i was that strong | |
| To kick a rap song on top of a platform | |
| A stage, when i speak i bring rage, shoot | |
| I kick my rhymes from page to page | |
| Get em down pat, when it' s time for a hype track | |
| I don' t scheme, cause i ain' t livin like that | |
| I don' t front when it' s time for a autograph | |
| A grammy award for rap is what i oughta have | |
| Made up, cause i ate up, most the comp' | |
| Set up a beat, and watch me stomp | |
| Like a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troop | |
| Do i keep the loot? | |
| Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage it | |
| Brothers run it, because they can' t handle it | |
| Now mc' s i amaze, shock and daze | |
| Just max you' re a slave to my soundwave | |
| mike smooth cuts " you' re a slave to my soundwave" | |
| lord finesse | |
| Now i' m a brother, who is far from booty | |
| It' s lord finesse, the mc and yours truly | |
| Who will take your girl just like a known crook | |
| All i need is a mic and a phonebook | |
| Yo, i go on deep, don' t need a gang to flip | |
| You try to copy, but can' t even hang with it? | |
| Chill, yo, you can' t master fool | |
| I drop science like a kid from catholic school | |
| Back up, just give me some room to flip | |
| I get wild on the mic like some lunatic | |
| With the go, so watch me go | |
| Lord finesse got a soul, and d so | |
| Suckers are gettin rich with no type of written hits | |
| But when approached by me they start shittin bricks | |
| I' m not sayin to jump or be scared of me | |
| But in a battle, just prepare to be | |
| Dissed and beaten, ripped up while i warm up | |
| Or step in range, and get that ass torn up | |
| Or get a beating like kunta kinte | |
| Cause ain' t nothin happening steppin over this way | |
| Lookin all in my grill, don' t even know when to chill | |
| Grabbin the mic, soundin like a imbecile | |
| A sucker, a pussy, a chump, a dodo | |
| Gettin booed, goin out like a homo | |
| Shut your trap, as i begin to rap | |
| Lord finesse got skill, so just remember that | |
| Rhymes i say, express and send with force | |
| I get you hyped, like sexual intercourse | |
| Eat mc' s like a dinner from swanson | |
| Spring into action like the man charles bronson | |
| Step in my way you will get played | |
| When you' re tunin, to the lord finesse soundwave | |
| mike smooth cuts " you' re a slave to my soundwave" | |
| finesse talking while smooth cuts | |
| Yo just about now i wanna give a shout out | |
| To my dj mike smooth, the brother premier | |
| Slomo on the engineerin tip once again | |
| The brother chilly dee, the brother rhome | |
| Donald d, icet, kid jazz, the brother disco | |
| The rest of the rhyme syndicate | |
| King sun, build and destroy | |
| Tragedy, and his dj, joe fatal | |
| Peace |
| zuò qǔ : Lord Finesse | |
| Hear the crowd, and get the stage set | |
| You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck | |
| Sit down, relax, as i drop facts | |
| Rhymes attract the crowd once i got em down pat | |
| I' m teachin the masses, join up for classes | |
| You' re blind to the truth, so i' ma get you some glasses | |
| Cause as i flow, my rep start to grow | |
| And brothers don' t diss me, cause they all know | |
| That i can get raw and hang with the rest of em | |
| Brothers be frontin, but finesse' ll be testin em | |
| As i rhyme, and strive for perfection | |
| It used to be mics, now it' s girls i' m collectin | |
| Mike smooth is on the wheels of fortune | |
| You don' t want none so proceed with caution | |
| Clap along, you didn' t know that i was that strong | |
| To kick a rap song on top of a platform | |
| A stage, when i speak i bring rage, shoot | |
| I kick my rhymes from page to page | |
| Get em down pat, when it' s time for a hype track | |
| I don' t scheme, cause i ain' t livin like that | |
| I don' t front when it' s time for a autograph | |
| A grammy award for rap is what i oughta have | |
| Made up, cause i ate up, most the comp' | |
| Set up a beat, and watch me stomp | |
| Like a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troop | |
| Do i keep the loot? | |
| Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage it | |
| Brothers run it, because they can' t handle it | |
| Now mc' s i amaze, shock and daze | |
| Just max you' re a slave to my soundwave | |
| mike smooth cuts " you' re a slave to my soundwave" | |
| lord finesse | |
| Now i' m a brother, who is far from booty | |
| It' s lord finesse, the mc and yours truly | |
| Who will take your girl just like a known crook | |
| All i need is a mic and a phonebook | |
| Yo, i go on deep, don' t need a gang to flip | |
| You try to copy, but can' t even hang with it? | |
| Chill, yo, you can' t master fool | |
| I drop science like a kid from catholic school | |
| Back up, just give me some room to flip | |
| I get wild on the mic like some lunatic | |
| With the go, so watch me go | |
| Lord finesse got a soul, and d so | |
| Suckers are gettin rich with no type of written hits | |
| But when approached by me they start shittin bricks | |
| I' m not sayin to jump or be scared of me | |
| But in a battle, just prepare to be | |
| Dissed and beaten, ripped up while i warm up | |
| Or step in range, and get that ass torn up | |
| Or get a beating like kunta kinte | |
| Cause ain' t nothin happening steppin over this way | |
| Lookin all in my grill, don' t even know when to chill | |
| Grabbin the mic, soundin like a imbecile | |
| A sucker, a pussy, a chump, a dodo | |
| Gettin booed, goin out like a homo | |
| Shut your trap, as i begin to rap | |
| Lord finesse got skill, so just remember that | |
| Rhymes i say, express and send with force | |
| I get you hyped, like sexual intercourse | |
| Eat mc' s like a dinner from swanson | |
| Spring into action like the man charles bronson | |
| Step in my way you will get played | |
| When you' re tunin, to the lord finesse soundwave | |
| mike smooth cuts " you' re a slave to my soundwave" | |
| finesse talking while smooth cuts | |
| Yo just about now i wanna give a shout out | |
| To my dj mike smooth, the brother premier | |
| Slomo on the engineerin tip once again | |
| The brother chilly dee, the brother rhome | |
| Donald d, icet, kid jazz, the brother disco | |
| The rest of the rhyme syndicate | |
| King sun, build and destroy | |
| Tragedy, and his dj, joe fatal | |
| Peace |
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