Lord Finesse

Lord Finesse - Underworld Operations lyrics

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Chorus: Lord Finesse
 Times are shifting  no time to be tricking on chickens
 (No doubt) Your opinion's different?
 Well man listen  players front the role
 And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)

 Verse One: Lord Finesse

 Check out the elite player that keeps flavor
 Producer  beat layer caters spectators to street data
 Real life portrayer  rap sayer legit like tax payers
 Behavior's cool like sax players
 Conservative, it's all real, no preservatives
 God bless the illest player you ever heard of, kid
 Smooth as margarine, got the squadron, shit
 Don't front, I'll catch you on the rebound like Dennis Rodman

 Chorus: Marquee

 Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
 No time to be chasing a broke nigga
 Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
 '96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)

 Verse Two: Marquee

 Marquee, like a diamond, shining, the light is blinding
 And many niggas want to fill this light hymen
 Nah men with the biggest teeth (Why?) Cause his chick is me
 Got him hooked, like smokers are to nicotine
 Queens mommy, keep the skeletons behind me
 Find me at universities scooping degrees with my mommy
 Rap's profoundness, slouches I out and out diss
 Skills be mountainous, so what you know about this?

 Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee

 Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens
 (No doubt) Your opinion's different?
 Well man listen, players front the role
 And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)

 Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
 No time to be chasing a broke nigga
 Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
 '96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)



 Verse Three: Marquee

 No wasting time, money bitch state of mind
 We on top of shit, ain't the generous kind
 Want to owning homes, money loan like the Rolling Stones
 Corleones, staying blown off of flowing poems
 Expanding, keeping Knots like Landing
 Eating steaks and salmon thinking of ways to scamming
 Damn if I ain't taking it, niggas flashing paper
 Trying to real me in, but a snake and I'll partake in
 Legal robberies, Henny flowing through my arteries
 Cloud my vision, controlling every part of me
 Official ties and links moves mind, body, and sinks
 Don't talk before I think, distraught before you blink
 Flawless performance, game enormous
 Bet you never met a shorty with this endurance
 Run with crime picks and fine chicks who specialize in mind tricks
 You got a good man? You'd better watch him in '96

 Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee

 Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
 No time to be chasing a broke nigga
 Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
 '96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)

 Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens
 (No doubt) Your opinion's different?
 Well man listen, players front the role
 And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)

 Verse Four: Lord Finesse

 Lyrical invasions, blazing, got you gazing
 So amazing, break down opponents like equasions
 The stunning, weigh about a hundred eighty something
 I see you coming, on your toes, kid, you lunching
 Stop fronting, and trash that till you drop like a bad habit
 I'll have you folding like a Craftmatic
 Smooth as satin, this player's patented
 Be in the Himalayan caverns with some chickens playing Sega Saturn
 Keep papes like the amount won in sweepstakes
 Guaranteed every year to take triple what the police make
 Large, Fort Knox size, if I'm not rolling like a rock slide
 I'm laying in the cut like peroxide
 Colossal, soulful like gospels
 Spiritual, so follow the Lord like apostles
 I gots to clock dough, rock shows, I mock foes
 Drop flows that's deep like fucking potholes
 Supreme being, the one you hear but rarely seeing
 Out to hustle, strictly money like the Koreans
 Out to pile money, that's my style sonny
 While you foul honeys be lucky to get a Coke and a smile from me

 Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee

 Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens
 (No doubt) Your opinion's different?
 Well man listen, players front the role
 And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)

 Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
 No time to be chasing a broke nigga
 Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
 '96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure
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Copyrights:

Author: Markita Ferguson, Robert Hall, Jr., Rodney LeMay

Composer: ?

Publisher: Penalty Recordings

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

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