[VERSE 1]
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Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear
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I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere
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I'm spectacular, so damn terrifyin
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That wack MC's don't think about ever tryin
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To dis or flip cause what it boils down to
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You won't survive to step to me in round 2
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I stand and expand like a great man
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And swing a party like Tarzan the apeman
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Say rhymes that are necessary, make em extra-scary
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Watch Finesse and take notes like a secretary
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I get furious, display experience
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Lord Finesse is nasty, period
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(You nasty, baby)
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[VERSE 2]
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Lord Finesse in effect with the master rap
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And I flip on the mic like a acrobat
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I won't fret, step, but I'll make a rep
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Usin vinyl wax, or a tape cassette
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Think I'm weak? Take your next look
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And get schooled and read like a textbook
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Cause I'm the better man, and I never ran
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MC beat me? I give credit to whoever can
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Cause I terrify, scare, and horrify
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Couldn't win against me if you let your father try
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Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply
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Me and Mike get with it cause we both are fly
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Lyrical lecture, word architecture
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Rap director, the best in my sector
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Microphone cool chief releasin the smooth speech
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I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf
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(You nasty, baby)
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[VERSE 3]
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Lyrical summary, there's only one of me
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Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be
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Cause I can get funky and smooth like cashmere
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And slay a rapper with rhymes I said last year
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So don't try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin me
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I break you physically and emotionally
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So damn fly at this, so don't even try to dis
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Put rhymes together like a stupid mad scientist
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In a laboratory, I'm a brother with a badder story
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Lord Finesse stand tops in my category
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MC's are petrified with nowhere left to hide
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I slay a rapper and go: "What's up, who's next to try?
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I ain't havin it, poetical graduate
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And me get whipped by who? Imagine it
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MC's are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me
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I'm the man ladies break they neck to see
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Highly explosive and nothin to joke with
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Cause I can get funky on a fast or the slow tip
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Cause I'm badder, but it doesn't matter
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Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a
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Booty MC who dares try to play me
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Cause even the ladies tell me (You nasty, baby)
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[VERSE 4]
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I rock the science and drop the math
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And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts & Crafts
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Foes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragile
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Release more words than in three games of Scrabble
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MC Lord Finesse, I reign with supremacy
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I take one, two, or a team of three
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Or ten of em cause I could never sound feminine
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When gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemen
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Remarkable, I came to rock the show
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Wax MC's like a bottle of Mopping Glow
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Lord of rap, and many can't afford to snap
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And I throw and score like a quarterback
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Shoot for the touchdown, I'm from Uptown
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Lord Finesse in effect, so what's up now?
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Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectly
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A swift genius, but no need to worship me
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I remain hot to make your brain drop
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Cause I'm a river, and you're just a raindrop
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Bronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dum
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Brothers be runnin just to dial 911
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Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now
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My pockets stay fat like a goose down
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I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane
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Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane
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Fix it, balance it cause I'm talented
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I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it
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I can get nifty, funky, or even fancy
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(Baby that's nasty)
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I know, but yo, let's just flow
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Cause fast or slow I still get the dough
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And the ladies to cheer and praise me
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And tell me when I rhyme (You nasty, baby)
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Baby, You Nasty
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Lord Finesse |