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Lord Finesse - Funky on the Fast Tip lyrics
Man oh man. The boy done found something funky and don't know what to do. I think you should set it off right now. Set it off." I'm a get paid for the 1990's I don't care who likes me or who stands behind me The man to peep off a week so don't sleep >From shades to streets I still go one deep Save that off the wall bullshit you can have son Fuck around grab the mic you catch a bad one I come corect and strapped to bust the ill raps Me take a loss to who? You oughta kill that Back up, slap up, give a brother some head room Hype on the mic, amazing in the bedroom Girls like me because I'm straight and don't sidestep I do shit Jack Lalaine ain't tried yet Ask any female, betcha she'll say I'm good That's why I'm Finesse, porno star of the neighborhood Yeah, cause I kick slicker raps It's Lord Finesse, so bow and tip your hat And make way, because I get plenty say Those who don't like me, I don't give a shit anyway When it comes to lyrics, I always find something To make brothers press the rewind button I'm a get mine, rappers what you gonna do? Cause you couldn't see me if you wanted to Get who you want, shit you can call the cops But for now, I'm getting all my props I reign terror, whatever's clever I'm cooler than the Mack and Shaft put together So chill, don't try to get ill, dummy Me get stomped by who? Be for real, money I'm not having it so run and get your best groups You see why they call me Lord Finesse, troop I eat em like sandwiches, send them home in bandages Give me a mic, I show you what doing damage is Nice swift and, deeper than quicksand I'm taking out opponents like a hitman I get the crowd hype like assorted drug It's Lord Finesse, who the fuck you thought it was? I lounge and chill but still can get ill, I'm Live and real with skills beyond skills I thought you knew from the get-go I'm cool as the whole nine, but that don't mean shit, though I'm unstoppable, able to rock a crew Do the impossible and put my opponents in the hospital Many can't hang when I flow and take off The said to give it up, had to bag and break north Before they get schooled like a sophomore Lord Finesse is the man to look out for I got cash, the cuties, the red boats Try to take mine, fuck around, you get your head flown I take independently, roll like there's ten of me That's why I'm one of the smoothest in the industry I'm dropping MC's on the pavement Cause my entertainment will leave all in amazement Skills I kick to show many I'm real swift I got shit that opponents can't deal with Even though there's competition, I don't worry I dust opponents quick fast in a hurry Tracks I analyze, destroy, and vandalize Even I must admit, shit, goddamn I'm fly So I don't mind for those trying to get with me But try dissing me, that ass will be history Peace to the brothers and sisters that's behind me Lord Finesse bagging shit for the 90's |
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