Lord Finesse

Lord Finesse - Funky On The Fast Tip lyrics

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don't know what to do. I think you should set it off
 right now. Set it off."

 I'm a get paid for the 1990's
 I don't care who likes me or who stands behind me
 The man to peep off a week so don't sleep
 >From shades to streets I still go one deep
 Save that off the wall bullshit you can have  son
 Fuck around  grab the mic  you catch a bad one
 I come corect and strapped to bust the ill raps
 Me take a loss to who? You oughta kill that
 Back up, slap up, give a brother some head room
 Hype on the mic, amazing in the bedroom
 Girls like me because I'm straight and don't sidestep
 I do shit Jack Lalaine ain't tried yet
 Ask any female, betcha she'll say I'm good
 That's why I'm Finesse, porno star of the neighborhood
 Yeah, cause I kick slicker raps
 It's Lord Finesse, so bow and tip your hat
 And make way, because I get plenty say
 Those who don't like me, I don't give a shit anyway
 When it comes to lyrics, I always find something
 To make brothers press the rewind button
 I'm a get mine, rappers what you gonna do?
 Cause you couldn't see me if you wanted to
 Get who you want, shit you can call the cops
 But for now, I'm getting all my props
 I reign terror, whatever's clever
 I'm cooler than the Mack and Shaft put together
 So chill, don't try to get ill, dummy
 Me get stomped by who? Be for real, money
 I'm not having it so run and get your best groups
 You see why they call me Lord Finesse, troop
 I eat em like sandwiches, send them home in bandages
 Give me a mic, I show you what doing damage is
 Nice swift and, deeper than quicksand
 I'm taking out opponents like a hitman
 I get the crowd hype like assorted drug
 It's Lord Finesse, who the fuck you thought it was?
 I lounge and chill but still can get ill, I'm
 Live and real with skills beyond skills
 I thought you knew from the get-go
 I'm cool as the whole nine, but that don't mean shit, though
 I'm unstoppable, able to rock a crew
 Do the impossible and put my opponents in the hospital
 Many can't hang when I flow and take off
 The said to give it up, had to bag and break north
 Before they get schooled like a sophomore
 Lord Finesse is the man to look out for
 I got cash, the cuties, the red boats
 Try to take mine, fuck around, you get your head flown
 I take independently, roll like there's ten of me
 That's why I'm one of the smoothest in the industry
 I'm dropping MC's on the pavement
 Cause my entertainment will leave all in amazement
 Skills I kick to show many I'm real swift
 I got shit that opponents can't deal with
 Even though there's competition, I don't worry
 I dust opponents quick fast in a hurry
 Tracks I analyze, destroy, and vandalize
 Even I must admit, shit, goddamn I'm fly
 So I don't mind for those trying to get with me
 But try dissing me, that ass will be history
 Peace to the brothers and sisters that's behind me
 Lord Finesse bagging shit for the 90's
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Giant Records

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

Appearing on: Return of the Funky Man (1991)

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