"I got something to say, man, you dig? I mean, you cats been up
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there rappin ain't said nothin about the real thing, you know
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what I mean? I got something to say, man"
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Lord Finesse is the brother who's talking
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And this is somethin funky to pump in your walkman
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So watch me, troop, and pay attention as I get down
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Get funky and kick some real shit now
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The rap professional, so intellectual
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Go against me and I'll get the best of you
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Cause gettin funky is no coincidence
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Finesse can flow to any musical instrument
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But I'm better for, my skill's the metaphor
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I can get loose and flow like a reservoir
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Or the Nile river, maybe the Amazon
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I'm the brother that you should have the cameras on
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I'm not the type to go out the way others do
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Finesse fall off? You must be on a drug or two
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Cause MC's try they best to flow and catch the
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L-o-r-d F-i-n-e-double s-e
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I'ma get raw and score, then I'm outta here
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This is like a classroom, any volunteers?
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Yeah, I thought so, you better stay frozen
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I can kick a tune like my man Beethoven
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I got strategy, none is as bad as me
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I'm the funky brother that many are glad to see
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On a platform, stage, or in public
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Lord Finesse is gettin funky on the subject
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"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat 2x)
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Now watch the pro as I perform and rock the show
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Do with ease what others find impossible
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Cause I'm so damn fly, so just stand by
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In a fight I beat rappers by a landslide
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Cause I hit hard, make em run and discharge
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Best believe Finesse is gonna get large
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And swifter, fresher, better than ever
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Yeah, etcetera, etcetera
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I'm filled with action cause I'm so spectacular
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Yet I flow smooth like a Benz or a Acura
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A man of skill and high fidelity
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I'm a funky brother, so what is you telling me?
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Many rappers step on a stage like it's a star search
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To be funky it takes crazy hard work
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They try to flip and skip to the wack sound
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But I play the stage while others play the background
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And since I rhyme quick many get crushed fast
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I sport a fade, half moon, and now a moustache
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I'm ready, set to step
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And come correct, in full effect
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Yeah, I'm makin things funky
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"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat 4x)
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Now I rock the hip-hop to reach the tip-top
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So see and believe as I proceed to rip shop
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Rhymes are handmade, smooth like mayonnaise
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Cut you up so bad you need more than a band aid
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Make MC's forfeit, think they lost it
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Get over-exhausted, I rock the raw shit
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Bust it, peep it, rhymes are top secret
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Me gettin swift on the mic, that's done frequent
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I tell MC's to get lost when I get pissed off
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You think I'm wack? Well, you got to think criss-crossed
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Will and able, far from a fable
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MC's I disable, make em stand stable
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I burn and weld you, beat and expel you
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I'm out to tell you, I put you on Bellevue
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Hospital, now I did the impossible
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I'm Lord Finesse cause I'm so remarkable
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I'm so bad, I make MC's go mad
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They can't deal with my style of vocab
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I'll rip and bust that, make MC's hushed at
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And when I'm finished y'all will say "Yo, who was that
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brother?" Cause I'm a bad motherfucker
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Rhymes so swift, parallel to no other
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I'm the Funky Technician kicking a fresh rhyme
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Lord Finesse sayin peace till the next time
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"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat til fade)
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Here I Come
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Lord Finesse |