(Bad mutha)
[VERSE 1]
Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph
And I`ma school the suckers who don`t know the half
I`m not a legend, I`m real and actual
Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come after you
I don`t front or pretend cause that`s imaginary
I get funky with the use of vocabulary
I`m 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 ain`t nothin
So don`t bore me, I`ve 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 I`ve 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
I`m known as a smooth cool brother
A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha)
[VERSE 2]
I play MC`s like a game of Mario Brothers
I hold my own, plus I can carry another`s
Rhymes I make strong and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his face wrong
I`m the MC to fear and run from
Shockin so much you think I`m usin a stun gun
I hold the title cause I`m the cool champ
If rap was money you`d be rated as food stamp
You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?
You can`t get with Finesse, you`re just jump change
You couldn`t cut it even if you had a hack-saw
You`re just a rap that I laid a track for
Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up
If a mic was a freak, I`d get my tip sucked
So girls, don`t sleep, don`t even doze off
I`m good with a mic, plus I`m good with my clothes off
And I`m 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 that`s all over with
On a stage I`m 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 you`re on, troop?
Raise up, I light the whole stage up
So wild with the mic, I oughta be caged up
I`m a brother you dare not lay a hand on
I leave you more bloodier than a tampon
If you split, I`ma 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
I`m no joke when it comes around to that
I start flippin when I hear the sound of rap
I`m enhanced to keep in step with it
And surprise MC`s cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause there`s 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
I`m superior compared to others
Call me Lord Finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)
