I got something to say, man, you dig? I mean, you cats been up
there rappin ain`t said nothin about the real thing, you know
what I mean? I got something to say, man
Lord Finesse is the brother who`s talking
And this is somethin funky to pump in your walkman
So watch me, troop, and pay attention as I get down
Get funky and kick some real shit now
The rap professional, so intellectual
Go against me and I`ll get the best of you
Cause gettin funky is no coincidence
Finesse can flow to any musical instrument
But I`m better for, my skill`s the metaphor
I can get loose and flow like a reservoir
Or the Nile river, maybe the Amazon
I`m the brother that you should have the cameras on
I`m not the type to go out the way others do
Finesse fall off? You must be on a drug or two
Cause MC`s try they best to flow and catch the
L-o-r-d F-i-n-e-double s-e
I`ma get raw and score, then I`m outta here
This is like a classroom, any volunteers?
Yeah, I thought so, you better stay frozen
I can kick a tune like my man Beethoven
I got strategy, none is as bad as me
I`m the funky brother that many are glad to see
On a platform, stage, or in public
Lord Finesse is gettin funky on the subject
Here I come A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon (Repeat 2x)
Now watch the pro as I perform and rock the show
Do with ease what others find impossible
Cause I`m so damn fly, so just stand by
In a fight I beat rappers by a landslide
Cause I hit hard, make em run and discharge
Best believe Finesse is gonna get large
And swifter, fresher, better than ever
Yeah, etcetera, etcetera
I`m filled with action cause I`m so spectacular
Yet I flow smooth like a Benz or a Acura
A man of skill and high fidelity
I`m a funky brother, so what is you telling me?
Many rappers step on a stage like it`s a star search
To be funky it takes crazy hard work
They try to flip and skip to the wack sound
But I play the stage while others play the background
And since I rhyme quick many get crushed fast
I sport a fade, half moon, and now a moustache
I`m ready, set to step
And come correct, in full effect
Yeah, I`m makin things funky
Here I come A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon (Repeat 4x)
Now I rock the hip-hop to reach the tip-top
So see and believe as I proceed to rip shop
Rhymes are handmade, smooth like mayonnaise
Cut you up so bad you need more than a band aid
Make MC`s forfeit, think they lost it
Get over-exhausted, I rock the raw shit
Bust it, peep it, rhymes are top secret
Me gettin swift on the mic, that`s done frequent
I tell MC`s to get lost when I get pissed off
You think I`m wack? Well, you got to think criss-crossed
Will and able, far from a fable
MC`s I disable, make em stand stable
I burn and weld you, beat and expel you
I`m out to tell you, I put you on Bellevue
Hospital, now I did the impossible
I`m Lord Finesse cause I`m so remarkable
I`m so bad, I make MC`s go mad
They can`t deal with my style of vocab
I`ll rip and bust that, make MC`s hushed at
And when I`m finished y`all will say Yo, who was that
brother? Cause I`m a bad motherfucker
Rhymes so swift, parallel to no other
I`m the Funky Technician kicking a fresh rhyme
Lord Finesse sayin peace till the next time
Here I come A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon (Repeat til fade)
