- Lord Finesse Fat for the 90s 歌詞
- Lord Finesse
- Suckas out there better pray and shout for help
When it comes to skills on the mic, im out for self
Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss
Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust
Swift with the gift when im dropping my shit
I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then i split
Im not the brother to riff and get raw with
I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit
Many try to bore me and harm me
So what you got an army? youre all washed up like laundry
Its lord finesse, the rap phenomenom
I take this more serious than a muslim do rhamadan
I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness
Im so cool i put fans out of business
Suckas try to to copy and beat me
They try to see me, but its not that easy
They should take shit slowly, becase they dont know me
Im on the down low, that means i play low key
But at a party, im quick to rag a mic
And brothers cant see me with a satellite
So those who want to battle me, step up lively
'a bad motherfucker' is a few words to describe me
I raise instead of sinking, i use my head for thinking
Im leaving opponents all dead and stinking
I kick game, i got more than a small rap
I drop facts on tracks, shit im all that
Whether foreign or american, i come better than
Any specialist or any rap veteran
Im a brother with skills and a good rep
Thats why all the players want to follow my footsteps
So when you hear me, dont comepare me to all the rest
They might be good, but they aint fucking with lord finesse
Whether youre old or a rapper with a new name
Ill bust that ass and send you home on the 2 train
So dont come here looking for a bargain, troop
I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit
Im quick to send a nigga home in stitches
Dont sing and dance, but i still get the bitches
So dont ever diss the smooth rap terrorist
I get paid each year to come back and write better shit
Me getting done? now thats a hot one
Its like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun
Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast
They talking trast but yet havent heard the half
They dont understand it
Cause im living gigantic, and im the best, goddammit
Now you know whos on whos jock
When it comes to rhyming i get funkier than an old pair of tube socks
You cant fuck with finesse, pal
And when im done with ya, send your man for the next round
Andre the giant , tell me how ya living
(get on down to the old slick rhythm)
[a.g.]
You said i wasnt ready, jokes on you, jack
Because im the giant, but before it was 'whos that?'
I dont get girls thats hard to imagine
You be pulling witches, i get the bitches from the beauty pagent
It aint hard to tell, aint had enough yet?
Cause youre wet and i still havent bust a sweat
Im a fat cat, youre just a kitten
Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks aint hitting
Youre low budget, and my skills are so rugged
I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it
Round up the best mcs and confront me
One on one, they gets done, they better jump me
Me against your crew, now thats a fair fight
Me get done one on one? yeah right
Come on and face reality
I get hype and pull out a can of brutality
Youll get knocked in the first round, you wont even get to brag
And ask your girl 'do the giant got the gift of gab?'
Slit her off, hit her off on the first date
Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape
Why didnt you step, yeah you had the chance
To face an avalanche, but youd rather dance
Cause you know the consequences
To anybody thats comp but just romp and stomp them senseless
Cause i speak with a hypertone
The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone
The mics in my hands, raise your arms, god
Me and finesse on the same team? come on, thats a bomb squad
Got the things thats wanted by every girl
Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls
You got game like me? i doubt it
They say pimping aint easy...whats so hard about it?
In front of crowds to get lots of cheers
Hes finesse, im a.g. and im the fuck up out of here
Yeah, fat for the 90s, money
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