(Bad mutha)
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[VERSE 1]
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Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph
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And I'ma school the suckers who don't know the half
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I'm not a legend, I'm real and actual
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Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come after you
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I don't front or pretend cause that's imaginary
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I get funky with the use of vocabulary
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I'm more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide
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When I dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme
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I might bust and say a little somethin
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Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain't nothin
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So don't bore me, I've been naughty
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Even as a kid people said: "Look at shorty"
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Back in the days I had much attention
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Speak of competition - man, listen
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Even then I've coulda been a funky star
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At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey bars
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A little kid with the art of poetry
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Nice for my age, but nobody noticed me
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Nowadays I tell it like it is
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That makes my skill different from her or his
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I sport my skills on a F.M. frequency
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Lettin people know you better not sleep on me
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I'm known as a smooth cool brother
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A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha)
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[VERSE 2]
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I play MC's like a game of Mario Brothers
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I hold my own, plus I can carry another's
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Rhymes I make strong and watch em take form
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On a sucker who steps out his face wrong
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I'm the MC to fear and run from
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Shockin so much you think I'm usin a stun gun
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I hold the title cause I'm the cool champ
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If rap was money you'd be rated as food stamp
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You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?
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You can't get with Finesse, you're just jump change
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You couldn't cut it even if you had a hack-saw
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You're just a rap that I laid a track for
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Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up
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If a mic was a freak, I'd get my tip sucked
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So girls, don't sleep, don't even doze off
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I'm good with a mic, plus I'm good with my clothes off
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And I'm no joke, far from a slow poke
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I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks
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I got stamina, lyrical examiner
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Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor
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Lord Finesse parallel to no other
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The smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha)
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[VERSE 3]
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At a show I get fly and so legit
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Gimme a mic onstage and that's all over with
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On a stage I'm straight up wildin
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I can kick a party like a brother from the Shaolin
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Temple, I find it simple
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I get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples
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Me take a loss? Not by a long shot
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Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock
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Of the wrong man put up on the wrong scoop
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You got problems, what you're on, troop?
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Raise up, I light the whole stage up
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So wild with the mic, I oughta be caged up
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I'm a brother you dare not lay a hand on
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I leave you more bloodier than a tampon
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If you split, I'ma get you later
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Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigerator
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Take caution to what this brother say
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Come correct or turn around the other way
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(Bad mutha) is the perfect description
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Of me rhymin or just plain flippin
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I'm no joke when it comes around to that
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I start flippin when I hear the sound of rap
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I'm enhanced to keep in step with it
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And surprise MC's cause you slept a bit
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So wake up, my man cause there's no time for dozin
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My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosen
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From my brain which makes me insane
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To gain some fame, Lord Finesse is the name
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To seek and blame cause I came and rearranged
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My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game
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I'm superior compared to others
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Call me Lord Finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)
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Bad Mutha
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Lord Finesse |