[ VERSE 1 ] You know the plan, gee, I rip any mic you hand me I been down, this ain't no muthafuckin Brandy It's Lord Finesse, yeah, you know it It's that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics You know I be slammin suckers When I'm not on the mic, I'm makin more moves than a dance instructor I have no passion for rhymers Nowadays I come with more styles than fashion designers Rappers be cold frontin They like Forrest Gump (Why?) Them niggas don't know nothin So watch how I hit em In '95 and beyond Lord Finesse is true and livin
[ VERSE 2 ] I don't have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools I play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels I get props and never fail, hops The stuff I'm deliverin you can't get in your mailbox I won't sink the way my brain thinks When it comes to crews, I'm connected like a chain link I'm out to make large figures You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn't pull my fuckin card, nigga I'm so bad with the vocab That's only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half I'm no stranger, more like danger Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber I get more props, I'm raw, hops With the sure shot that's guaranteed to make all you girls' drawers drop So peep my funk style of rhythm Word life, kid, I'm true and livin
[ VERSE 3 ] Now it's the funkyman, and niggas can't see me When I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti Cause whether fast or somethin slow I'm bad like Michael Jackson, only thing is, I'm fuckin, though Hey Yo, so just save it I'm one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite That got astoundin rhymes That'll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mines I make your whole platoon nervous Tryin to get live, I bring it to that ass like fuckin room service What you gonna do when I hunt you down You could have a freak on a Ferris wheel, you still couldn't fuck around This is how it goes when Finesse raps When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I don't stress that It'as the man that be rappin clever That's why I'm gonna shine forever, like paddened leather Have no fear, I kick it simple and so clear Fuck making your day, I got some shit for your whole year I don't know why these crews be frontin They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin nothin I put niggas on curfews, I hurt crews My style is harder than the heel on fuckin church shoes Wanna wear my shoes, you can't fit em In years to come I be true and livin
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