Lyric Here I Come
"I got something to say, man, you dig? I mean, you cats been up
there rappin ain t said nothin about the real thing, you know
what I mean? I got something to say, man"
Lord Finesse is the brother who s talking
And this is somethin funky to pump in your walkman
So watch me, troop, and pay attention as I get down
Get funky and kick some real shit now
The rap professional, so intellectual
Go against me and I ll get the best of you
Cause gettin funky is no coincidence
Finesse can flow to any musical instrument
But I m better for, my skill s the metaphor
I can get loose and flow like a reservoir
Or the Nile river, maybe the Amazon
I m the brother that you should have the cameras on
I m not the type to go out the way others do
Finesse fall off? You must be on a drug or two
Cause MC s try they best to flow and catch the
L-o-r-d F-i-n-e-double s-e
I ma get raw and score, then I m outta here
This is like a classroom, any volunteers?
Yeah, I thought so, you better stay frozen
I can kick a tune like my man Beethoven
I got strategy, none is as bad as me
I m the funky brother that many are glad to see
On a platform, stage, or in public
Lord Finesse is gettin funky on the subject
"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat 2x)
Now watch the pro as I perform and rock the show
Do with ease what others find impossible
Cause I m so damn fly, so just stand by
In a fight I beat rappers by a landslide
Cause I hit hard, make em run and discharge
Best believe Finesse is gonna get large
And swifter, fresher, better than ever
Yeah, etcetera, etcetera
I m filled with action cause I m so spectacular
Yet I flow smooth like a Benz or a Acura
A man of skill and high fidelity
I m a funky brother, so what is you telling me?
Many rappers step on a stage like it s a star search
To be funky it takes crazy hard work
They try to flip and skip to the wack sound
But I play the stage while others play the background
And since I rhyme quick many get crushed fast
I sport a fade, half moon, and now a moustache
I m ready, set to step
And come correct, in full effect
Yeah, I m makin things funky
"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat 4x)
Now I rock the hip-hop to reach the tip-top
So see and believe as I proceed to rip shop
Rhymes are handmade, smooth like mayonnaise
Cut you up so bad you need more than a band aid
Make MC s forfeit, think they lost it
Get over-exhausted, I rock the raw shit
Bust it, peep it, rhymes are top secret
Me gettin swift on the mic, that s done frequent
I tell MC s to get lost when I get pissed off
You think I m wack? Well, you got to think criss-crossed
Will and able, far from a fable
MC s I disable, make em stand stable
I burn and weld you, beat and expel you
I m out to tell you, I put you on Bellevue
Hospital, now I did the impossible
I m Lord Finesse cause I m so remarkable
I m so bad, I make MC s go mad
They can t deal with my style of vocab
I ll rip and bust that, make MC s hushed at
And when I m finished y all will say "Yo, who was that
brother?" Cause I m a bad motherfucker
Rhymes so swift, parallel to no other
I m the Funky Technician kicking a fresh rhyme
Lord Finesse sayin peace till the next time
"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat til fade)
there rappin ain t said nothin about the real thing, you know
what I mean? I got something to say, man"
Lord Finesse is the brother who s talking
And this is somethin funky to pump in your walkman
So watch me, troop, and pay attention as I get down
Get funky and kick some real shit now
The rap professional, so intellectual
Go against me and I ll get the best of you
Cause gettin funky is no coincidence
Finesse can flow to any musical instrument
But I m better for, my skill s the metaphor
I can get loose and flow like a reservoir
Or the Nile river, maybe the Amazon
I m the brother that you should have the cameras on
I m not the type to go out the way others do
Finesse fall off? You must be on a drug or two
Cause MC s try they best to flow and catch the
L-o-r-d F-i-n-e-double s-e
I ma get raw and score, then I m outta here
This is like a classroom, any volunteers?
Yeah, I thought so, you better stay frozen
I can kick a tune like my man Beethoven
I got strategy, none is as bad as me
I m the funky brother that many are glad to see
On a platform, stage, or in public
Lord Finesse is gettin funky on the subject
"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat 2x)
Now watch the pro as I perform and rock the show
Do with ease what others find impossible
Cause I m so damn fly, so just stand by
In a fight I beat rappers by a landslide
Cause I hit hard, make em run and discharge
Best believe Finesse is gonna get large
And swifter, fresher, better than ever
Yeah, etcetera, etcetera
I m filled with action cause I m so spectacular
Yet I flow smooth like a Benz or a Acura
A man of skill and high fidelity
I m a funky brother, so what is you telling me?
Many rappers step on a stage like it s a star search
To be funky it takes crazy hard work
They try to flip and skip to the wack sound
But I play the stage while others play the background
And since I rhyme quick many get crushed fast
I sport a fade, half moon, and now a moustache
I m ready, set to step
And come correct, in full effect
Yeah, I m makin things funky
"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat 4x)
Now I rock the hip-hop to reach the tip-top
So see and believe as I proceed to rip shop
Rhymes are handmade, smooth like mayonnaise
Cut you up so bad you need more than a band aid
Make MC s forfeit, think they lost it
Get over-exhausted, I rock the raw shit
Bust it, peep it, rhymes are top secret
Me gettin swift on the mic, that s done frequent
I tell MC s to get lost when I get pissed off
You think I m wack? Well, you got to think criss-crossed
Will and able, far from a fable
MC s I disable, make em stand stable
I burn and weld you, beat and expel you
I m out to tell you, I put you on Bellevue
Hospital, now I did the impossible
I m Lord Finesse cause I m so remarkable
I m so bad, I make MC s go mad
They can t deal with my style of vocab
I ll rip and bust that, make MC s hushed at
And when I m finished y all will say "Yo, who was that
brother?" Cause I m a bad motherfucker
Rhymes so swift, parallel to no other
I m the Funky Technician kicking a fresh rhyme
Lord Finesse sayin peace till the next time
"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat til fade)
