[finesse]
Yeah...just about now in the studio, Im cooling out with scratchmaster
Rahiem, andre the giant, my dj mike smooth, shlomo on the engineering
Tip, my man dj premier from gangstarr...were gonna kick this off
Something funky for this track, know what Im saying?
Now when it comes to rhymes, Ill drop a swift one
(theyll be another rough rhyme after this one - rakim)
Im the rap senator, ake about ten of ya
The best mc on the southeast perimeter
Equipped to flip with the slip of a lip
So dance, hop, or skip or shake your hips
Cause Ill wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat
Dont even riff back, I aint with that
Skillful sharp with the words of an index
Spark and glow mcs like windex
Swifter, faster, microphone master
Lord finesse writes rhymes by the chapter
Adapt to rap but I wont even break yet
So damn hype that I might blow your tape deck
Full grown, stoned to the bone
Write rhymes and poems just to get known
Superior sargeant, take your whole squadren
Toast mcs, eat em up with margin
Cause Im smart like einstein, I say the fly lines
I get funky while you play the sidelines
Here to take care of you, never sound terrible
Ready equipped, cause Im always available
To rag, snag, and rip the mic
Cause me and dre will get ya hyped
On top in rank and I plan to stay there
The funkiest poet out since shakespeare
Take note of this soloist, cause Im a pro at this
Even make the crippled want to get up and go to this
Now mcs try to get rid of me
But, I wont fall in negativity
Cause Im well respected, lord thats majestic
Rhymes are written by thoughts thats selected
Released in public, but not as a subject
Many are below it but not quite above it
Dre my brother, drop the know how
One, two three, here we go now
[a.g.]
Finesse, its my turn to kick a swift one
(theyll be another rough rhyme after this one - rakim)
You know an mc, well tell him to hybernate
Cause dre smooth is flowing at a liver rate
You knock em out the box, Im knocking niggas out
You fear the giant, well money live it out
Im not a punk, far from a chump
You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunk
Im dropping math, science, and all that other shit
Step in the studio, its just another hit
Take about ten from beginning to end
Dont mean to brag, but I am what I am
And thats a mean machine, a dream machine
You say, "golly polly, dres a jolly green
Giant" and youre not half or even semi
You say "is he? " I say "am i? "
The one you fear cause its near
The time for your death so step to the rear
Now get off, let off, step off cause youre soft
Stop blushing Im rushing/russian like mikael gorbechov
Special tactics, you cant hack this
Brothers aint half stepping, theyre walking backwards
You cant get near, if you do, youre near here
Stepping to me like a man in a wheelchair
Pressures like a new pearl, youre in a new world
I run with just a pen like a catholic schoolgirl
Back in the first grade, thought you had it made
Got a tounge twister to catch a tounge blister
Sally sells seashells down by the seashore
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck more
No more twisters, for blisters blistex
Now youre confused, you whats this, whats next
Tables rotate, you will go rate
Try to locate, but dre wont negotiate
Slaughter toys say boys whats the science
You shugged your shoulders and quote "andres a giant"
[finesse]
Yeah, that was crazy funky. yo, like I said, we two brothers just getting
Crazy funky in the studio and we gonna drop it like this...see ya!
