[Finesse]
Yeah...just about now in the studio, I`m cooling out with Scratchmaster
Rahiem, Andre the Giant, my DJ Mike Smooth, Shlomo on the engineering
tip, my man DJ Premier from Gangstarr...We`re gonna kick this off
something funky for this track, know what I`m saying?
Now when it comes to rhymes, I`ll drop a swift one
(`They`ll be another rough rhyme after this one` - Rakim)
I`m 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 I`ll wax and tax, eat ya up like a Kit Kat
Don`t even riff back, I ain`t with that
Skillful sharp with the words of an index
Spark and glow MC`s like Windex
Swifter, faster, microphone master
Lord Finesse writes rhymes by the chapter
Adapt to rap but I won`t 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 MC`s, eat em up with margin
Cause I`m 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 I`m 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 I`m a pro at this
Even make the crippled want to get up and go to this
Now MC`s try to get rid of me
But, I won`t fall in negativity
Cause I`m well respected, Lord that`s majestic
Rhymes are written by thoughts that`s 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, it`s my turn to kick a swift one
(`They`ll 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, I`m knocking niggas out
You fear the Giant, well money live it out
I`m not a punk, far from a chump
You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunk
I`m dropping math, science, and all that other shit
Step in the studio, it`s just another hit
Take about ten from beginning to end
Don`t mean to brag, but I am what I am
And that`s a mean machine, a dream machine
You say, Golly Polly, Dre`s a jolly green
Giant and you`re not half or even semi
You say Is he? I say Am I?
The one you fear cause it`s near
The time for your death so step to the rear
Now get off, let off, step off cause you`re soft
Stop blushing i`m rushing/Russian like Mikael Gorbechov
Special tactics, you can`t hack this
Brothers ain`t half stepping, they`re walking backwards
You can`t get near, if you do, you`re near here
Stepping to me like a man in a wheelchair
Pressure`s like a new pearl, you`re 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 you`re confused, you what`s this, what`s next
Tables rotate, you will go rate
Try to locate, but Dre won`t negotiate
Slaughter toys say boys what`s the science
You shugged your shoulders and quote Andre`s 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!
