[Finesse]
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Suckas out there better pray and shout for help
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When it comes to skills on the mic, I'm out for self
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Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss
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Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust
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Swift with the gift when I'm dropping my shit
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I do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then I split
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I'm not the brother to riff and get raw with
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I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit
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Many try to bore me and harm me
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So what you got an army? You're all washed up like laundry
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It's Lord Finesse, the rap phenomenom
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I take this more serious than a Muslim do Rhamadan
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I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness
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I'm so cool I put fans out of business
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Suckas try to to copy and beat me
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They try to see me, but it's not that easy
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They should take shit slowly, becase they don't know me
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I'm on the down low, that means I play low key
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But at a party, I'm quick to rag a mic
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And brothers can't see me with a satellite
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So those who want to battle me, step up lively
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"A bad motherfucker" is a few words to describe me
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I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking
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I'm leaving opponents all dead and stinking
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I kick game, I got more than a small rap
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I drop facts on tracks, shit I'm all that
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Whether foreign or American, I come better than
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Any specialist or any rap veteran
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I'm a brother with skills and a good rep
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That's why all the players want to follow my footsteps
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So when you hear me, don't comepare me to all the rest
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They might be good, but they ain't fucking with Lord Finesse
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Whether you're old or a rapper with a new name
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I'll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 Train
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So don't come here looking for a bargain, troop
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I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit
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I'm quick to send a nigga home in stitches
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Don't sing and dance, but I still get the bitches
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So don't ever diss the smooth rap terrorist
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I get paid each year to come back and write better shit
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Me getting done? Now that's a hot one
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It's like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun
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Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast
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They talking trast but yet haven't heard the half
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They don't understand it
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Cause I'm living gigantic, and I'm the best, goddammit
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Now you know who's on who's jock
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When it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube socks
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You can't fuck with Finesse, pal
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And when I'm done with ya, send your man for the next round
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Andre the Giant, tell me how ya living
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(Get on down to the old slick rhythm)
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[A.G.]
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You said I wasn't ready, joke's on you, Jack
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Because I'm the Giant, but before it was "Who's that?"
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I don't get girls that's hard to imagine
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You be pulling witches, I get the bitches from the beauty pagent
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It ain't hard to tell, ain't had enough yet?
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Cause you're wet and I still haven't bust a sweat
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I'm a fat cat, you're just a kitten
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Leaving chumps in a slump, because the punks ain't hitting
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You're low budget, and my skills are so rugged
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I make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck it
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Round up the best MC's and confront me
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One on one, they gets done, they better jump me
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Me against your crew, now that's a fair fight
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Me get done one on one? Yeah right
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Come on and face reality
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I get hype and pull out a can of brutality
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You'll get knocked in the first round, you won't even get to brag
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And ask your girl "Do the Giant got the gift of gab?"
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Slit her off, hit her off on the first date
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Sex, no lies, and plenty of videotape
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Why didn't you step, yeah you had the chance
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To face an avalanche, but you'd rather dance
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Cause you know the consequences
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To anybody that's comp but just romp and stomp them senseless
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Cause I speak with a hypertone
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The baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphone
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The mic's in my hands, raise your arms, God
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Me and Finesse on the same team? Come on, that's a bomb squad
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Got the things that's wanted by every girl
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Mack daddy without the Caddy or the jheri curls
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You got game like me? I doubt it
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They say pimping ain't easy...what's so hard about it?
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In front of crowds to get lots of cheers
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He's Finesse, I'm A.G. and |