Once again it's the man with the flavor
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It's Lord Finesse so run and tell your neighbors
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So stop sleeping and check out the style I'm freaking
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I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatment
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Forget striking out, I'm hitting grand slams
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Taking opponents off the stage like the Sandman
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After Apollo I'm the one to follow now
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I kick the shit that biters can't swallow down
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Mics get lit up as soon as I get up
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Opponents I hit up, make em quit and want to give up
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I'm kicking a party like kung fu
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Snatching all the girls as soon as I say "One two"
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Brothers think I'm new, but they're dead for instance
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I was into rap before they could form a sentence
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I'm finally getting mine after coming up the far way
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So nowadays I just lounge and parlay
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I'm hip to music, whether jazz or country
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I'm the type to make anything sound funky
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I like to talk and shout and go and flow
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Ayo, some brothers just don't know
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That I can take on any played out wack style
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Rhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack vile
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I kick a rhyme as soon as you say when
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So hype on the mic, when I finish you say "Amen"
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I'm not the type to go around fronting
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Ayo, they don't call me Lord Finesse for nothing
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"It's the L-O-R-D F-I-N-E double S-E"
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"All the party people say isn't he something" (Repeat 2x)
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Here we go, it's the grand imperial
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With the hip material to blow your stereo
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I sound different and my shit be hitting
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It's the Funky Technician pay attention, listen
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I flow smoothly like a scene in a movie
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Girls that choose me say that I'm a cutie
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Rough like a fistfight when I'm holding this mic
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So keep your lips tight if you can't keep your shit tight
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You can't beat this, better yet top this
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I hold the crowd like Saddam hold a hostage
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I get ferocious so I approach this
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The girls are sweet like the cream from a Hostess
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Yeah, I keep the cash flow
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In a fight I throw the first and the last blow
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So those that's yakking you'd better be packing
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I catch a wreck like a whole mob attacking
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I flow with quickness, MC's are too slow to get this
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I preach on the mic like a Jehovah's Witness
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Give me a mic, watch me saw
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Not Daddy Kane or Eddie Murphy, but I get raw
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To different tempos, a fast or a slow one
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Me a wack MC? Well it takes one to know one
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Rhymes with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with this
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Or be about your business
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Always got something to keep the crowd jumping
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Ayo, they don't call me Lord Finesse for nothing
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"It's the L-O-R-D F-I-N-E double S-E"
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"All the party people say isn't he something" (Repeat 4x)
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I get loose to make MC's step back
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Brothers try and diss me but I don't sweat that
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I'm able to stop a crew, pass any obsticle
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I'm not Bobby Brown, but I still wanna rock with you
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Smooth rap maestro, wild like a psycho
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Step to this and get sparked like a light show
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I flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes back to back
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Even with faster raps there's still more after that
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This is the Funky Technician and the one man
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Who burn MC's quicker than a suntan
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So the days of struggling, that's behind me, son
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I got some shit for that ass in '91
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So step back as I flow onward, man
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Listen, I turn a house party into a concert
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Brothers biting pope, crazy rhymes I wrote
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I don't get mad, that just prove they take notes
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Suckers that lack this can't catch this or match this
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They need practice with they played out tactics
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I stand ahead of them, the smooth rap veteran
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Relieve any crowd like a dose of Exederin
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When it comes to fights with mics I can hold mine
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First album was dope, second one should be a goldmine
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I make party people say "Isn't he something"
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Cause yo, they don't call me Lord Finesse for nothing
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"It's the L-O-R-D F-I-N-E double S-E"
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"All the party people say isn't he something" (Repeat 4x)
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Isn't He Something
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Lord Finesse |