[Lord Finesse]

Hear the crowd, and get the stage set

You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck

Sit down, relax, as I drop facts

Rhymes attract the crowd once I got em down pat

I'm teachin the masses, join up for classes

You're blind to the truth, so I'ma get you some glasses

Cause as I flow, my rep start to grow

And brothers don't diss me, cause they all know

That I can get raw and hang with the rest of em

Brothers be frontin, but Finesse'll be testin em

As I rhyme, and strive for perfection

It used to be mics, now it's girls I'm collectin

Mike Smooth is on the Wheels of Fortune

You don't want none so proceed with caution

Clap along, you didn't know that I was that strong

to kick a rap song on top of a platform

A stage, when I speak I bring rage, shoot

I kick my rhymes from page to page

Get em down pat, when it's time for a hype track

I don't scheme, cause I ain't livin like that

I don't front when it's time for a autograph

A Grammy award for rap is what I oughta have

made up, cause I ate up, most the comp'

Set up a beat, and watch me stomp

like a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troop

Do I keep the loot?

Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage it

Brothers run it, because they can't handle it

Now MC's I amaze, shock and daze

Just max -- you're a slave to my soundwave



	* Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" *



[Lord Finesse]

Now I'm a brother, who is far from booty

It's Lord Finesse, the MC and yours truly

who will take your girl just like a known crook

All I need is a mic and a phonebook

Yo, I go on deep, don't need a gang to flip

You try to copy, but can't even hang with it?

Chill, yo, you can't master fool

I drop science like a kid from Catholic school

Back up, just give me some room to flip

I get wild on the mic like some lunatic

with the go, so watch me go

Lord Finesse got a soul, and D so

suckers are gettin rich with no type of written hits

But when approached by me they start shittin bricks

I'm not sayin to jump or be scared of me

But in a battle, just prepare to be

dissed and beaten, ripped up while I warm up

or step in range, and get that ass torn up

Or get a beating like Kunta Kinte

Cause ain't nothin happening steppin over this way

Lookin all in my grill, don't even know when to chill

Grabbin the mic, soundin like a imbecile

A sucker, a pussy, a chump, a dodo

Gettin booed, goin out like a homo

Shut your trap, as I begin to rap

Lord Finesse got skill, so just remember that

rhymes I say, express and send with force

I get you hyped, like sexual intercourse

Eat MC's like a dinner from Swanson

Spring into action like the man Charles Bronson

Step in my way you will get played

when you're tunin, to the Lord Finesse soundwave



	* Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" *



[Finesse] * talking while Smooth cuts *

Yo just about now I wanna give a shout out

to my DJ Mike Smooth, the brother Premier

Slo-Mo on the engineerin tip once again

The brother Chilly Dee, the brother Rhome

Donald D, Ice-T, Kid Jazz, the brother Disco

The rest of the Rhyme Syndicate

King Sun, Build and Destroy

Tragedy, and his DJ, Joe Fatal

Peace