Lyric Funky on the Fast Tip
"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
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
