Текст (слова) песни: Lord Finesse - True and Livin`

[ VERSE 1 ]
You know the plan, gee, I rip any mic you hand me
I been down, this ain`t no muthafuckin Brandy
It`s Lord Finesse, yeah, you know it
It`s that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics
You know I be slammin suckers
When I`m not on the mic, I`m makin more moves than a dance instructor
I have no passion for rhymers
Nowadays I come with more styles than fashion designers
Rappers be cold frontin
They like Forrest Gump (Why?) Them niggas don`t know nothin
So watch how I hit em
In `95 and beyond Lord Finesse is true and livin

[ VERSE 2 ]
I don`t have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools
I play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels
I get props and never fail, hops
The stuff I`m deliverin you can`t get in your mailbox
I won`t sink the way my brain thinks
When it comes to crews, I`m connected like a chain link
I`m out to make large figures
You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn`t pull my fuckin card, nigga
I`m so bad with the vocab
That`s only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half
I`m no stranger, more like danger
Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber
I get more props, I`m raw, hops
With the sure shot that`s guaranteed to make all you girls` drawers drop
So peep my funk style of rhythm
Word life, kid, I`m true and livin

[ VERSE 3 ]
Now it`s the funkyman, and niggas can`t see me
When I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti
Cause whether fast or somethin slow
I`m bad like Michael Jackson, only thing is, I`m fuckin, though
Hey Yo, so just save it
I`m one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite
That got astoundin rhymes
That`ll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mines
I make your whole platoon nervous
Tryin to get live, I bring it to that ass like fuckin room service
What you gonna do when I hunt you down
You could have a freak on a Ferris wheel, you still couldn`t fuck around
This is how it goes when Finesse raps
When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I don`t stress that
It`as the man that be rappin clever
That`s why I`m gonna shine forever, like paddened leather
Have no fear, I kick it simple and so clear
Fuck making your day, I got some shit for your whole year
I don`t know why these crews be frontin
They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won`t be movin nothin
I put niggas on curfews, I hurt crews
My style is harder than the heel on fuckin church shoes
Wanna wear my shoes, you can`t fit em
In years to come I be true and livin

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Все тексты песен: Lord Finesse
» Lord Finesse - Brainstorm/P.S.K. (No Gimmicks Remix)
» Lord Finesse - Yes You May (Funk Flow Mix)
» Lord Finesse - Pull Ya Card
» Lord Finesse - Funky Technician
» Lord Finesse - Thats How Smooth I Am
» Lord Finesse - Praise the Lord
» Lord Finesse - I Like My Girls With a Boom
» Lord Finesse - Keep It Flowing
» Lord Finesse - Save That Shit
» Lord Finesse - Fuck em
» Lord Finesse - That`s How Smooth I Am
» Lord Finesse - Track The Movement
» Lord Finesse - Show em How We Do Things
» Lord Finesse - Stop Sweating the Next Man
» Lord Finesse - Kicking Flavor With My Man
» Lord Finesse - Back to Back Rhyming
» Lord Finesse - Show `Em How We Do Things
» Lord Finesse - Slave to My Soundwave
» Lord Finesse - Gameplan
» Lord Finesse - Bad Mutha


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