[Lord Finesse]

Yeah, peace Showbiz

Since you got this beat goin

I'ma drop somethin funky to this track



Now I'm the constabulary, great in vocabulary

I'm no joke, when up against any adversary

Nifty rowdy, best not crowd me

I snuff MC's, I step off and be audi

Wax and tax ya, comin straight at ya

Your girl I snatch her, cause I'm no bachelor

Don't roll up, I got the mic sewed up, cause I'ma grown up

Me sound wack?  Wait up, hold up

I'm fresh and no half-stepper, and I bet ya

mess with me, you'll be leavin on a stretcher

Nasty fancy, rap vigilante

Get funky on the mic cause it comes in handy

You can't stomp this, mission accomplished

I burn MC's, and I leave em unconcious

Mystical magical, I'm quite rational

Tell me now, am I little too fast for you?

Smashin dashin, swift and long lastin

Bust the move, cause I'm far from old fashioned

I educate the society, keep the girls eyein me

Change up, switch up, rhymes for my variety

I'ma, fiendish genius, a rap confederate

Call me the Lord, King, or better yet

lyrical artistical, cause I'm original

I'm Lord Finesse, the funky individual

Take my advice, think once or twice

I get stupid crazy nice with a mic device

Now, I say the hype rhymes, make you wanna bite mine

It's eighty-nine and now is the right time

to get hype a microphone maestro

I could drink a 40 but still sound nice though

Picture it, figure it, could never be illiterate

Light and smoke MC's like a cigarette

I'm on the mic with my DJ on the one and two

Mike Smooth, tell me what you gonna do..



Yeah, I wanna give the special shout out

to the 163rd Forest Posse

To the brother Showbiz, my man Andre the Giant

To the brother 40 Ounce, my DJ Mike Smooth

Master Rob, Diamond D, Force One and Two

Gizmo the Magician

To my man Big Tone and Big Joe

Harry O on the ABC Crew

Last but not least

Peace to all brothers from the Hill

Max on out..