Song | Flip Da Style |
Artist | Lord Finesse |
Album | The Awakening |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hall, Lord Finesse | |
Aw shit now, word spreads around when i get down | |
I rip clowns, i make niggas wanna skip town | |
Lord finesse got the rough raps, **** that | |
When i do my thing, i come off like a hub cap | |
I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man | |
I slide up in chicks like a diafram | |
(you can't murder me, you better recognize) people heard of me | |
I say the shit that get you open like surgery | |
I'm so def, i catch wreck with no sweat | |
When i rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next | |
With the mic i'm royal, see | |
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me | |
Don't be silly and try to kill me | |
Soundin like milli vanilli, i smoke your ass like a philly | |
I rap with force when i'm kickin my facts across | |
The shit i kick is hotter than tabasco sauce | |
Don't try to ruin me or talk about doin me | |
(why?) i got shit that'll spark your whole community | |
So lounge and peep the deal | |
(cause i'm one mutha****a you don't have to tell keep it real) | |
Brothers don't know i can (flip the style) | |
I'm out to make dough, kid (flip the style) | |
Come to my show, so i can (flip the style) | |
Check the flow, yo (just flip the style) | |
Can i do my thing, kid? (flip the style) | |
I'm ready to swing, yo (flip the stlye) | |
I got rap on a string, kid (flip the style) | |
Just gimme your ring when i (just flip the style) | |
[ verse 2 ] | |
I get attention like a lexus, girls wanna sex this | |
Play rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast | |
Think you're nice? boy, you better be, you know my pedigree | |
I'm on the rise like afros in the 70s | |
I keep money, i freak honeys, i represent the streets, sonny | |
You know my style, don't sleep, money | |
I put it on like sneakers, it's the smooth speaker | |
Peace to krs-one, that's the teacher | |
Now let me hit you with this line i drive, this rhyme's fly | |
This is how it goes down in the '95 | |
That's right, because i said it, don't sweat it, kid | |
Don't think i'm nice? well, i am, so give me credit, kid | |
I wreck niggas, collect figures | |
Yo, i'm like aretha franklin - all i want is some respect, nigga | |
I drop facts when i rock raps over hot tracks | |
That's why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap | |
Bring the best, i get with him | |
Even deaf people be sayin, "i heard that kid got some shit with him" | |
None could diss this or rip this, for instance | |
Give me a cordless mic, i beat a rapper long-distance | |
Crews i run through, won't fall or fumble | |
You can get done, too, don't let me catch you on the humble | |
Niggas don't like me, but that's aight, gee | |
Brothers act sheisty, that's why i play the crib with the wifey | |
One of the best, don't compare me to none of the rest | |
Straight up and down, word life you can't **** with finesse | |
Shit sound hype, yo (flip the style) | |
It's only right that i (flip the style) | |
Pass the mic, so i can (flip the style) | |
I got my flow down tight, kid (just flip the style) | |
I got the skills to make papes, yo (flip the style) | |
I gotta set em straight, kid (flip the style) | |
I bet diggin' in the crates can (flip the style) | |
I got moves to make, yo (just flip the style) |
zuo qu : Hall, Lord Finesse | |
Aw shit now, word spreads around when i get down | |
I rip clowns, i make niggas wanna skip town | |
Lord finesse got the rough raps, that | |
When i do my thing, i come off like a hub cap | |
I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man | |
I slide up in chicks like a diafram | |
you can' t murder me, you better recognize people heard of me | |
I say the shit that get you open like surgery | |
I' m so def, i catch wreck with no sweat | |
When i rock mics it don' t make sense to try to go next | |
With the mic i' m royal, see | |
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn' t shine more than me | |
Don' t be silly and try to kill me | |
Soundin like milli vanilli, i smoke your ass like a philly | |
I rap with force when i' m kickin my facts across | |
The shit i kick is hotter than tabasco sauce | |
Don' t try to ruin me or talk about doin me | |
why? i got shit that' ll spark your whole community | |
So lounge and peep the deal | |
cause i' m one mutha a you don' t have to tell keep it real | |
Brothers don' t know i can flip the style | |
I' m out to make dough, kid flip the style | |
Come to my show, so i can flip the style | |
Check the flow, yo just flip the style | |
Can i do my thing, kid? flip the style | |
I' m ready to swing, yo flip the stlye | |
I got rap on a string, kid flip the style | |
Just gimme your ring when i just flip the style | |
verse 2 | |
I get attention like a lexus, girls wanna sex this | |
Play rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast | |
Think you' re nice? boy, you better be, you know my pedigree | |
I' m on the rise like afros in the 70s | |
I keep money, i freak honeys, i represent the streets, sonny | |
You know my style, don' t sleep, money | |
I put it on like sneakers, it' s the smooth speaker | |
Peace to krsone, that' s the teacher | |
Now let me hit you with this line i drive, this rhyme' s fly | |
This is how it goes down in the ' 95 | |
That' s right, because i said it, don' t sweat it, kid | |
Don' t think i' m nice? well, i am, so give me credit, kid | |
I wreck niggas, collect figures | |
Yo, i' m like aretha franklin all i want is some respect, nigga | |
I drop facts when i rock raps over hot tracks | |
That' s why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap | |
Bring the best, i get with him | |
Even deaf people be sayin, " i heard that kid got some shit with him" | |
None could diss this or rip this, for instance | |
Give me a cordless mic, i beat a rapper longdistance | |
Crews i run through, won' t fall or fumble | |
You can get done, too, don' t let me catch you on the humble | |
Niggas don' t like me, but that' s aight, gee | |
Brothers act sheisty, that' s why i play the crib with the wifey | |
One of the best, don' t compare me to none of the rest | |
Straight up and down, word life you can' t with finesse | |
Shit sound hype, yo flip the style | |
It' s only right that i flip the style | |
Pass the mic, so i can flip the style | |
I got my flow down tight, kid just flip the style | |
I got the skills to make papes, yo flip the style | |
I gotta set em straight, kid flip the style | |
I bet diggin' in the crates can flip the style | |
I got moves to make, yo just flip the style |
zuò qǔ : Hall, Lord Finesse | |
Aw shit now, word spreads around when i get down | |
I rip clowns, i make niggas wanna skip town | |
Lord finesse got the rough raps, that | |
When i do my thing, i come off like a hub cap | |
I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man | |
I slide up in chicks like a diafram | |
you can' t murder me, you better recognize people heard of me | |
I say the shit that get you open like surgery | |
I' m so def, i catch wreck with no sweat | |
When i rock mics it don' t make sense to try to go next | |
With the mic i' m royal, see | |
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn' t shine more than me | |
Don' t be silly and try to kill me | |
Soundin like milli vanilli, i smoke your ass like a philly | |
I rap with force when i' m kickin my facts across | |
The shit i kick is hotter than tabasco sauce | |
Don' t try to ruin me or talk about doin me | |
why? i got shit that' ll spark your whole community | |
So lounge and peep the deal | |
cause i' m one mutha a you don' t have to tell keep it real | |
Brothers don' t know i can flip the style | |
I' m out to make dough, kid flip the style | |
Come to my show, so i can flip the style | |
Check the flow, yo just flip the style | |
Can i do my thing, kid? flip the style | |
I' m ready to swing, yo flip the stlye | |
I got rap on a string, kid flip the style | |
Just gimme your ring when i just flip the style | |
verse 2 | |
I get attention like a lexus, girls wanna sex this | |
Play rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast | |
Think you' re nice? boy, you better be, you know my pedigree | |
I' m on the rise like afros in the 70s | |
I keep money, i freak honeys, i represent the streets, sonny | |
You know my style, don' t sleep, money | |
I put it on like sneakers, it' s the smooth speaker | |
Peace to krsone, that' s the teacher | |
Now let me hit you with this line i drive, this rhyme' s fly | |
This is how it goes down in the ' 95 | |
That' s right, because i said it, don' t sweat it, kid | |
Don' t think i' m nice? well, i am, so give me credit, kid | |
I wreck niggas, collect figures | |
Yo, i' m like aretha franklin all i want is some respect, nigga | |
I drop facts when i rock raps over hot tracks | |
That' s why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap | |
Bring the best, i get with him | |
Even deaf people be sayin, " i heard that kid got some shit with him" | |
None could diss this or rip this, for instance | |
Give me a cordless mic, i beat a rapper longdistance | |
Crews i run through, won' t fall or fumble | |
You can get done, too, don' t let me catch you on the humble | |
Niggas don' t like me, but that' s aight, gee | |
Brothers act sheisty, that' s why i play the crib with the wifey | |
One of the best, don' t compare me to none of the rest | |
Straight up and down, word life you can' t with finesse | |
Shit sound hype, yo flip the style | |
It' s only right that i flip the style | |
Pass the mic, so i can flip the style | |
I got my flow down tight, kid just flip the style | |
I got the skills to make papes, yo flip the style | |
I gotta set em straight, kid flip the style | |
I bet diggin' in the crates can flip the style | |
I got moves to make, yo just flip the style |