[Finesse]
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Yeah...just about now in the studio, I'm cooling out with Scratchmaster
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Rahiem, Andre the Giant, my DJ Mike Smooth, Shlomo on the engineering
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tip, my man DJ Premier from Gangstarr...We're gonna kick this off
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something funky for this track, know what I'm saying?
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Now when it comes to rhymes, I'll drop a swift one
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('They'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - Rakim)
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I'm the rap senator, ake about ten of ya
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The best MC on the southeast perimeter
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Equipped to flip with the slip of a lip
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So dance, hop, or skip or shake your hips
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Cause I'll wax and tax, eat ya up like a Kit Kat
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Don't even riff back, I ain't with that
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Skillful sharp with the words of an index
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Spark and glow MC's like Windex
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Swifter, faster, microphone master
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Lord Finesse writes rhymes by the chapter
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Adapt to rap but I won't even break yet
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So damn hype that I might blow your tape deck
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Full grown, stoned to the bone
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Write rhymes and poems just to get known
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Superior sargeant, take your whole squadren
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Toast MC's, eat em up with margin
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Cause I'm smart like Einstein, I say the fly lines
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I get funky while you play the sidelines
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Here to take care of you, never sound terrible
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Ready equipped, cause I'm always available
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To rag, snag, and rip the mic
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Cause me and Dre will get ya hyped
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On top in rank and I plan to stay there
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The funkiest poet out since Shakespeare
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Take note of this soloist, cause I'm a pro at this
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Even make the crippled want to get up and go to this
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Now MC's try to get rid of me
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But, I won't fall in negativity
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Cause I'm well respected, Lord that's majestic
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Rhymes are written by thoughts that's selected
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Released in public, but not as a subject
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Many are below it but not quite above it
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Dre my brother, drop the know how
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One, two three, here we go now
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[A.G.]
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Finesse, it's my turn to kick a swift one
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('They'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - Rakim)
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You know an MC, well tell him to hybernate
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Cause Dre Smooth is flowing at a liver rate
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You knock em out the box, I'm knocking niggas out
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You fear the Giant, well money live it out
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I'm not a punk, far from a chump
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You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunk
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I'm dropping math, science, and all that other shit
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Step in the studio, it's just another hit
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Take about ten from beginning to end
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Don't mean to brag, but I am what I am
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And that's a mean machine, a dream machine
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You say, "Golly Polly, Dre's a jolly green
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Giant" and you're not half or even semi
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You say "Is he?" I say "Am I?"
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The one you fear cause it's near
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The time for your death so step to the rear
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Now get off, let off, step off cause you're soft
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Stop blushing i'm rushing/Russian like Mikael Gorbechov
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Special tactics, you can't hack this
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Brothers ain't half stepping, they're walking backwards
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You can't get near, if you do, you're near here
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Stepping to me like a man in a wheelchair
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Pressure's like a new pearl, you're in a new world
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I run with just a pen like a Catholic schoolgirl
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Back in the first grade, thought you had it made
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Got a tounge twister to catch a tounge blister
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Sally sells seashells down by the seashore
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How much wood could a woodchuck chuck more
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No more twisters, for blisters Blistex
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Now you're confused, you what's this, what's next
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Tables rotate, you will go rate
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Try to locate, but Dre won't negotiate
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Slaughter toys say boys what's the science
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You shugged your shoulders and quote "Andre's a Giant"
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[Finesse]
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Yeah, that was crazy funky. Yo, like I said, we two brothers just getting
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crazy funky in the studio and we gonna drop it like this...see ya!
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Back to Back Rhyming
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Lord Finesse |