(bad mutha)
[verse 1]
Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph
And ima school the suckers who dont know the half
Im not a legend, Im real and actual
Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come after you
I dont front or pretend cause thats imaginary
I get funky with the use of vocabulary
Im more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide
When I dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme
I might bust and say a little somethin
Get the party pumpin, yo, that aint nothin
So dont bore me, Ive been naughty
Even as a kid people said: "look at shorty"
Back in the days I had much attention
Speak of competition - man, listen
Even then Ive coulda been a funky star
At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey bars
A little kid with the art of poetry
Nice for my age, but nobody noticed me
Nowadays I tell it like it is
That makes my skill different from her or his
I sport my skills on a f.m. frequency
Lettin people know you better not sleep on me
Im known as a smooth cool brother
A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha)
[verse 2]
I play mcs like a game of mario brothers
I hold my own, plus I can carry anothers
Rhymes I make strong and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his face wrong
Im the mc to fear and run from
Shockin so much you think Im usin a stun gun
I hold the title cause Im the cool champ
If rap was money youd be rated as food stamp
You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?
You cant get with finesse, youre just jump change
You couldnt cut it even if you had a hack-saw
Youre just a rap that I laid a track for
Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up
If a mic was a freak, Id get my tip sucked
So girls, dont sleep, dont even doze off
Im good with a mic, plus Im good with my clothes off
And Im no joke, far from a slow poke
I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks
I got stamina, lyrical examiner
Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor
Lord finesse parallel to no other
The smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha)
[verse 3]
At a show I get fly and so legit
Gimme a mic onstage and thats all over with
On a stage Im straight up wildin
I can kick a party like a brother from the shaolin
Temple, I find it simple
I get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples
Me take a loss? not by a long shot
Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock
Of the wrong man put up on the wrong scoop
You got problems, what youre on, troop?
Raise up, I light the whole stage up
So wild with the mic, I oughta be caged up
Im a brother you dare not lay a hand on
I leave you more bloodier than a tampon
If you split, ima get you later
Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigerator
Take caution to what this brother say
Come correct or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the perfect description
Of me rhymin or just plain flippin
Im no joke when it comes around to that
I start flippin when I hear the sound of rap
Im enhanced to keep in step with it
And surprise mcs cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause theres no time for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosen
From my brain which makes me insane
To gain some fame, lord finesse is the name
To seek and blame cause I came and rearranged
My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game
Im superior compared to others
Call me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)
