It's Lord Finesse so run and tell your neighbors
 So stop sleeping and check out the style I'm freaking
 I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatment
 Forget striking out  I'm hitting grand slams
 Taking opponents off the stage like the Sandman
 After Apollo I'm the one to follow now
 I kick the shit that biters can't swallow down
 Mics get lit up as soon as I get up
 Opponents I hit up, make em quit and want to give up
 I'm kicking a party like kung fu
 Snatching all the girls as soon as I say "One two"
 Brothers think I'm new, but they're dead for instance
 I was into rap before they could form a sentence
 I'm finally getting mine after coming up the far way
 So nowadays I just lounge and parlay
 I'm hip to music, whether jazz or country
 I'm the type to make anything sound funky
 I like to talk and shout and go and flow
 Ayo, some brothers just don't know
 That I can take on any played out wack style
 Rhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack vile
 I kick a rhyme as soon as you say when
 So hype on the mic, when I finish you say "Amen"
 I'm not the type to go around fronting
 Ayo, they don't call me Lord Finesse for nothing

 "It's the L-O-R-D F-I-N-E double S-E"
 "All the party people say isn't he something" (Repeat 2x)

 Here we go, it's the grand imperial
 With the hip material to blow your stereo
 I sound different and my shit be hitting
 It's the Funky Technician pay attention, listen
 I flow smoothly like a scene in a movie
 Girls that choose me say that I'm a cutie
 Rough like a fistfight when I'm holding this mic
 So keep your lips tight if you can't keep your shit tight
 You can't beat this, better yet top this
 I hold the crowd like Saddam hold a hostage
 I get ferocious so I approach this
 The girls are sweet like the cream from a Hostess
 Yeah, I keep the cash flow
 In a fight I throw the first and the last blow
 So those that's yakking you'd better be packing
 I catch a wreck like a whole mob attacking
 I flow with quickness, MC's are too slow to get this
 I preach on the mic like a Jehovah's Witness
 Give me a mic, watch me saw
 Not Daddy Kane or Eddie Murphy, but I get raw
 To different tempos, a fast or a slow one
 Me a wack MC? Well it takes one to know one
 Rhymes with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with this
 Or be about your business
 Always got something to keep the crowd jumping
 Ayo, they don't call me Lord Finesse for nothing

 "It's the L-O-R-D F-I-N-E double S-E"
 "All the party people say isn't he something" (Repeat 4x)

 I get loose to make MC's step back
 Brothers try and diss me but I don't sweat that
 I'm able to stop a crew, pass any obsticle
 I'm not Bobby Brown, but I still wanna rock with you
 Smooth rap maestro, wild like a psycho
 Step to this and get sparked like a light show
 I flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes back to back
 Even with faster raps there's still more after that
 This is the Funky Technician and the one man
 Who burn MC's quicker than a suntan
 So the days of struggling, that's behind me, son
 I got some shit for that ass in '91
 So step back as I flow onward, man
 Listen, I turn a house party into a concert
 Brothers biting pope, crazy rhymes I wrote
 I don't get mad, that just prove they take notes
 Suckers that lack this can't catch this or match this
 They need practice with they played out tactics
 I stand ahead of them, the smooth rap veteran
 Relieve any crowd like a dose of Exederin
 When it comes to fights with mics I can hold mine
 First album was dope, second one should be a goldmine
 I make party people say "Isn't he something"
 Cause yo, they don't call me Lord Finesse for nothing

 "It's the L-O-R-D F-I-N-E double S-E"
 "All the party people say isn't he something" (Repeat 4x