Lyric Flip Da Style


[ VERSE 1 ]
Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get down
I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip town
Lord Finesse got the rough raps, fuck that
When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap
I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man
I slide up in chicks like a diafram
(You can t murder me, you better recognize) People heard of me
I say the shit that get you open like surgery
I m so def, I catch wreck with no sweat
When I rock mics it don t make sense to try to go next
With the mic I m royal, see
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn t shine more than me
Don t be silly and try to kill me
Soundin like Milli Vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly
I rap with force when I m kickin my facts across
The shit I kick is hotter than Tabasco sauce
Don t try to ruin me or talk about doin me
(Why?) I got shit that ll spark your whole community
So lounge and peep the deal
(Cause I m one muthafucka you don t have to tell keep it real)
       
       Brothers don t know I can (flip the style)
       I m out to make dough, kid (Flip the style)
       Come to my show, so I can (flip the style)
       Check the flow, yo (Just flip the style)
       Can I do my thing, kid? (Flip the style)
       I m ready to swing, yo (Flip the stlye)
       I got rap on a string, kid (Flip the style)
       Just gimme your ring when I (just flip the style)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I get attention like a Lexus, girls wanna sex this
Play rappers like Tetris, eat em like breakfast
Think you re nice? Boy, you better be, you know my pedigree
I m on the rise like afros in the 70s
I keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonny
You know my style, don t sleep, money
I put it on like sneakers, it s the smooth speaker
Peace to KRS-One, that s the teacher
Now let me hit you with this line I drive, this rhyme s fly
This is how it goes down in the 95
That s right, because I said it, don t sweat it, kid
Don t think I m nice? Well, I am, so give me credit, kid
I wreck niggas, collect figures
Yo, I m like Aretha Franklin - all I want is some respect, nigga
I drop facts when I rock raps over hot tracks
That s why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap
Bring the best, I get with him
Even deaf people be sayin, "I heard that kid got some shit with him"
None could diss this or rip this, for instance
Give me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance
Crews I run through, won t fall or fumble
You can get done, too, don t let me catch you on the humble
Niggas don t like me, but that s aight, gee
Brothers act sheisty, that s why I play the crib with the wifey
One of the best, don t compare me to none of the rest
Straight up and down, word life you can t fuck with Finesse
       
       Shit sound hype, yo (Flip the style)
       It s only right that I (flip the style)
       Pass the mic, so I can (flip the style)
       I got my flow down tight, kid (Just flip the style)
       I got the skills to make papes, yo (Flip the style)
       I gotta set em straight, kid (Flip the style)
       I bet Diggin In The Crates can (flip the style)
       I got moves to make, yo (Just flip the style)
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