Lord Finesse

Lord Finesse - Praise The Lord songtekst

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Aww fuck it  let me tell you who I am now
 Finesse is my nickname  the way that I kick game
 Girls don't try to figure me out  cause it's a dick thang
 I kick rhymes  with beats that slam with force
 I'm so gifted my name should be Santa Claus
 Cause I flow  in fact I got the better show
 I'm the baddest motherfucker that you'll ever know
 I get hype and live on a party tip
 I kick more ass than the star of a karate flick
 So just chill, don't even play yourself
 Grab a seat watch Finesse, behave yourself
 I school MC's on the R-A-P scoop
 If you wanna diss me that's OK with me troop
 I finish the album, I'm still kickin new shit
 So step to this you'll get snapped like a toothpick
 And those who think, Finesse is in last place
 You gets the bozack AND the motherfuckin Gas Face
 Yeah, keep your distance
 Bite one rhyme I'll be forced to put a fist in action
 or motion, cause I've got the potion
 My frame of mind is deep like the ocean
 Call me Jaws because I'm eatin yours
 or call me a star because I go on tours
 or call me Swift because it ain't no myth
 A brother got a rift then I'm forced to lift
 that means kill deceased when a brother got a beef
 I swell up eyes or I knock out teeth
 Now you can't beat this or even get with this
 Watch Mike Smooth spin it back with the quickness

 * DJ Mike Smooth cuts n scratches *

 [Lord Finesse]
 Make way for the brother called Finesse
 The man with the S on his chest, can't even mess
 with the player, funky rhyme sayer
 I make crazy paper, whenever I kick the flavor
 Attract or I'll rag it, shit gets dramatic
 Suckers had it, bitches cling like static
 I'm a brother that people wanna see more
 MC'sll get rode up and down like a see-saw
 or played like blackjack as I kick a fat rap
 Those that're rude or intrude'll get a backslap
 Cause I get raw, or smooth like Camay
 Fuckin plan B! I'm gettin over with plan A!
 I can show and prove why brothers can't last with me
 .. as soon as the mic gets passed to me
 Y'all need to chill, cause y'all over the hill
 MC's that can't deal need to leave the field
 .. and head for the back door
 Cause if it wasn't a Lord Finesse, then who would you clap for?
 Don't let your friends soup you up and gas you
 Cause I fuck you up, and kick your crew ass too
 I stand superior, from here to Siberia
 That's why when I'm around, brothers leave the area
 I'm the type to wreck a show, scoop then sex a hoe
 Then I cool the fuck out like a eskimo
 So hold on, better yet you better hang on
 Shit, I break a motherfucker like a crayon
 Punks who don't know, you know I'm gonna school em
 They touch my mic, they got a ass-whippin comin to em
 Cause I get raw off a bass drum
 I make strong moves but shit, I never fake none
 The smooth celebrity, none is ahead of me
 You say you're sorry, well you damn well better be
 I get raw, I'm not the type to slip and fall
 when I get up and perform my shit for y'all
 I'm not havin it, I wish a nigga would answer me
 I flip faster than a brother on a trampoline
 Set it off real quick, drop the crazy ill shit
 So stop sweatin me, get off the dilznick
 I'm waitin for those, who wanna flip
 Cause this ain't as funky as I'm gonna get
 On a fast tip, I still drop the mad shit
 Come one come all, step up, you'll get your ass whipped
 When it comes to skills I'm all that plus more
 Throw your hands in the air, and praise the Lord

 * DJ Mike Smooth cuts n scratches
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Publisher: Slice-of-Spice, Underboss Entertainment

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Uitgegeven in: 1992

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Return of the Funky Man (1991)

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