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