Bad Mutha — текст песни (Lord Finesse)





(bad mutha)



[verse 1]

Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph

And ima school the suckers who dont know the half

Im not a legend, Im real and actual

Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come after you

I dont front or pretend cause thats imaginary

I get funky with the use of vocabulary

Im more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide

When I dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme

I might bust and say a little somethin

Get the party pumpin, yo, that aint nothin

So dont bore me, Ive been naughty

Even as a kid people said: "look at shorty"

Back in the days I had much attention

Speak of competition - man, listen

Even then Ive coulda been a funky star

At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey bars

A little kid with the art of poetry

Nice for my age, but nobody noticed me

Nowadays I tell it like it is

That makes my skill different from her or his

I sport my skills on a f.m. frequency

Lettin people know you better not sleep on me

Im known as a smooth cool brother

A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha)



[verse 2]

I play mcs like a game of mario brothers

I hold my own, plus I can carry anothers

Rhymes I make strong and watch em take form

On a sucker who steps out his face wrong

Im the mc to fear and run from

Shockin so much you think Im usin a stun gun

I hold the title cause Im the cool champ

If rap was money youd be rated as food stamp

You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?

You cant get with finesse, youre just jump change

You couldnt cut it even if you had a hack-saw

Youre just a rap that I laid a track for

Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up

If a mic was a freak, Id get my tip sucked

So girls, dont sleep, dont even doze off

Im good with a mic, plus Im good with my clothes off

And Im no joke, far from a slow poke

I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks

I got stamina, lyrical examiner

Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor

Lord finesse parallel to no other

The smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha)



[verse 3]

At a show I get fly and so legit

Gimme a mic onstage and thats all over with

On a stage Im straight up wildin

I can kick a party like a brother from the shaolin

Temple, I find it simple

I get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples

Me take a loss? not by a long shot

Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock

Of the wrong man put up on the wrong scoop

You got problems, what youre on, troop?

Raise up, I light the whole stage up

So wild with the mic, I oughta be caged up

Im a brother you dare not lay a hand on

I leave you more bloodier than a tampon

If you split, ima get you later

Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigerator

Take caution to what this brother say

Come correct or turn around the other way

(bad mutha) is the perfect description

Of me rhymin or just plain flippin

Im no joke when it comes around to that

I start flippin when I hear the sound of rap

Im enhanced to keep in step with it

And surprise mcs cause you slept a bit

So wake up, my man cause theres no time for dozin

My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosen

From my brain which makes me insane

To gain some fame, lord finesse is the name

To seek and blame cause I came and rearranged

My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game

Im superior compared to others

Call me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)



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