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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get down
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I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip town
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Lord Finesse got the rough raps, fuck that
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When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap
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I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man
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I slide up in chicks like a diafram
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(You can't murder me, you better recognize) People heard of me
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I say the shit that get you open like surgery
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I'm so def, I catch wreck with no sweat
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When I rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next
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With the mic I'm royal, see
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You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me
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Don't be silly and try to kill me
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Soundin like Milli Vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly
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I rap with force when I'm kickin my facts across
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The shit I kick is hotter than Tabasco sauce
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Don't try to ruin me or talk about doin me
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(Why?) I got shit that'll spark your whole community
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So lounge and peep the deal
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(Cause I'm one muthafucka you don't have to tell keep it real)
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Brothers don't know I can (flip the style)
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I'm out to make dough, kid (Flip the style)
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Come to my show, so I can (flip the style)
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Check the flow, yo (Just flip the style)
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Can I do my thing, kid? (Flip the style)
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I'm ready to swing, yo (Flip the stlye)
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I got rap on a string, kid (Flip the style)
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Just gimme your ring when I (just flip the style)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I get attention like a Lexus, girls wanna sex this
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Play rappers like Tetris, eat em like breakfast
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Think you're nice? Boy, you better be, you know my pedigree
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I'm on the rise like afros in the 70s
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I keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonny
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You know my style, don't sleep, money
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I put it on like sneakers, it's the smooth speaker
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Peace to KRS-One, that's the teacher
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Now let me hit you with this line I drive, this rhyme's fly
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This is how it goes down in the '95
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That's right, because I said it, don't sweat it, kid
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Don't think I'm nice? Well, I am, so give me credit, kid
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I wreck niggas, collect figures
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Yo, I'm like Aretha Franklin - all I want is some respect, nigga
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I drop facts when I rock raps over hot tracks
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That's why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap
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Bring the best, I get with him
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Even deaf people be sayin, "I heard that kid got some shit with him"
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None could diss this or rip this, for instance
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Give me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance
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Crews I run through, won't fall or fumble
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You can get done, too, don't let me catch you on the humble
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Niggas don't like me, but that's aight, gee
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Brothers act sheisty, that's why I play the crib with the wifey
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One of the best, don't compare me to none of the rest
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Straight up and down, word life you can't fuck with Finesse
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Shit sound hype, yo (Flip the style)
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It's only right that I (flip the style)
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Pass the mic, so I can (flip the style)
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I got my flow down tight, kid (Just flip the style)
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I got the skills to make papes, yo (Flip the style)
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I gotta set em straight, kid (Flip the style)
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I bet Diggin' In The Crates can (flip the style)
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I got moves to make, yo (Just flip the style)
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Flip Da Style
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Lord Finesse |