[ VERSE 1 ]
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You know the plan, gee, I rip any mic you hand me
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I been down, this ain't no muthafuckin Brandy
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It's Lord Finesse, yeah, you know it
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It's that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics
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You know I be slammin suckers
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When I'm not on the mic, I'm makin more moves than a dance instructor
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I have no passion for rhymers
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Nowadays I come with more styles than fashion designers
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Rappers be cold frontin
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They like Forrest Gump (Why?) Them niggas don't know nothin
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So watch how I hit em
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In '95 and beyond Lord Finesse is true and livin
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I don't have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools
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I play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels
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I get props and never fail, hops
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The stuff I'm deliverin you can't get in your mailbox
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I won't sink the way my brain thinks
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When it comes to crews, I'm connected like a chain link
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I'm out to make large figures
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You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn't pull my fuckin card, nigga
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I'm so bad with the vocab
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That's only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half
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I'm no stranger, more like danger
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Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber
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I get more props, I'm raw, hops
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With the sure shot that's guaranteed to make all you girls' drawers drop
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So peep my funk style of rhythm
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Word life, kid, I'm true and livin
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Now it's the funkyman, and niggas can't see me
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When I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti
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Cause whether fast or somethin slow
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I'm bad like Michael Jackson, only thing is, I'm fuckin, though
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Hey Yo, so just save it
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I'm one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite
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That got astoundin rhymes
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That'll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mines
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I make your whole platoon nervous
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Tryin to get live, I bring it to that ass like fuckin room service
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What you gonna do when I hunt you down
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You could have a freak on a Ferris wheel, you still couldn't fuck around
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This is how it goes when Finesse raps
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When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I don't stress that
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It'as the man that be rappin clever
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That's why I'm gonna shine forever, like paddened leather
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Have no fear, I kick it simple and so clear
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Fuck making your day, I got some shit for your whole year
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I don't know why these crews be frontin
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They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin nothin
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I put niggas on curfews, I hurt crews
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My style is harder than the heel on fuckin church shoes
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Wanna wear my shoes, you can't fit em
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In years to come I be true and livin
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True and Livin'
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Lord Finesse |