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This is not a classroom, so put your hands down
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Aww fuck it, let me tell you who I am now
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Finesse is my nickname, the way that I kick game
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Girls don't try to figure me out, cause it's a dick thang
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I kick rhymes, with beats that slam with force
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I'm so gifted my name should be Santa Claus
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Cause I flow, in fact I got the better show
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I'm the baddest motherfucker that you'll ever know
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I get hype and live on a party tip
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I kick more ass than the star of a karate flick
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So just chill, don't even play yourself
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Grab a seat watch Finesse, behave yourself
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I school MC's on the R-A-P scoop
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If you wanna diss me that's OK with me troop
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I finish the album, I'm still kickin new shit
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So step to this you'll get snapped like a toothpick
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And those who think, Finesse is in last place
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You gets the bozack AND the motherfuckin Gas Face
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Yeah, keep your distance
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Bite one rhyme I'll be forced to put a fist in action
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or motion, cause I've got the potion
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My frame of mind is deep like the ocean
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Call me Jaws because I'm eatin yours
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or call me a star because I go on tours
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or call me Swift because it ain't no myth
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A brother got a rift then I'm forced to lift
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that means kill deceased when a brother got a beef
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I swell up eyes or I knock out teeth
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Now you can't beat this or even get with this
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Watch Mike Smooth spin it back with the quickness
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* DJ Mike Smooth cuts n scratches *
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[Lord Finesse]
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Make way for the brother called Finesse
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The man with the S on his chest, can't even mess
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with the player, funky rhyme sayer
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I make crazy paper, whenever I kick the flavor
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Attract or I'll rag it, shit gets dramatic
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Suckers had it, bitches cling like static
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I'm a brother that people wanna see more
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MC'sll get rode up and down like a see-saw
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or played like blackjack as I kick a fat rap
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Those that're rude or intrude'll get a backslap
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Cause I get raw, or smooth like Camay
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Fuckin plan B! I'm gettin over with plan A!
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I can show and prove why brothers can't last with me
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.. as soon as the mic gets passed to me
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Y'all need to chill, cause y'all over the hill
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MC's that can't deal need to leave the field
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.. and head for the back door
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Cause if it wasn't a Lord Finesse, then who would you clap for?
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Don't let your friends soup you up and gas you
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Cause I fuck you up, and kick your crew ass too
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I stand superior, from here to Siberia
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That's why when I'm around, brothers leave the area
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I'm the type to wreck a show, scoop then sex a hoe
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Then I cool the fuck out like a eskimo
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So hold on, better yet you better hang on
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Shit, I break a motherfucker like a crayon
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Punks who don't know, you know I'm gonna school em
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They touch my mic, they got a ass-whippin comin to em
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Cause I get raw off a bass drum
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I make strong moves but shit, I never fake none
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The smooth celebrity, none is ahead of me
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You say you're sorry, well you damn well better be
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I get raw, I'm not the type to slip and fall
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when I get up and perform my shit for y'all
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I'm not havin it, I wish a nigga would answer me
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I flip faster than a brother on a trampoline
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Set it off real quick, drop the crazy ill shit
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So stop sweatin me, get off the dilznick
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I'm waitin for those, who wanna flip
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Cause this ain't as funky as I'm gonna get
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On a fast tip, I still drop the mad shit
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Come one come all, step up, you'll get your ass whipped
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When it comes to skills I'm all that plus more
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Throw your hands in the air, and praise the Lord
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* DJ Mike Smooth cuts n scratches *
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Praise the Lord
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Lord Finesse |