Once again its the man with the flavor
Its lord finesse so run and tell your neighbors
So stop sleeping and check out the style Im freaking
I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatment
Forget striking out, Im hitting grand slams
Taking opponents off the stage like the sandman
After apollo Im the one to follow now
I kick the shit that biters cant swallow down
Mics get lit up as soon as I get up
Opponents I hit up, make em quit and want to give up
Im kicking a party like kung fu
Snatching all the girls as soon as I say "one two"
Brothers think Im new, but theyre dead for instance
I was into rap before they could form a sentence
Im finally getting mine after coming up the far way
So nowadays I just lounge and parlay
Im hip to music, whether jazz or country
Im the type to make anything sound funky
I like to talk and shout and go and flow
Ayo, some brothers just dont 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"
Im not the type to go around fronting
Ayo, they dont call me lord finesse for nothing
"its the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e"
"all the party people say isnt he something" (repeat 2x)
Here we go, its the grand imperial
With the hip material to blow your stereo
I sound different and my shit be hitting
Its the funky technician pay attention, listen
I flow smoothly like a scene in a movie
Girls that choose me say that Im a cutie
Rough like a fistfight when Im holding this mic
So keep your lips tight if you cant keep your shit tight
You cant 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 thats yakking youd better be packing
I catch a wreck like a whole mob attacking
I flow with quickness, mcs are too slow to get this
I preach on the mic like a jehovahs 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 dont call me lord finesse for nothing
"its the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e"
"all the party people say isnt he something" (repeat 4x)
I get loose to make mcs step back
Brothers try and diss me but I dont sweat that
Im able to stop a crew, pass any obsticle
Im 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 theres still more after that
This is the funky technician and the one man
Who burn mcs quicker than a suntan
So the days of struggling, thats 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 dont get mad, that just prove they take notes
Suckers that lack this cant 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 "isnt he something"
Cause yo, they dont call me lord finesse for nothing
"its the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e"
"all the party people say isnt he something" (repeat 4x)
