[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
