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Fat For The 90's - Lord Finesse
Suckas out there better pray
And shout for help
When it comes to skills on the mic
I'm out for self
Finesse is dangerous
So those who came to fuss
Will f**k around and get smoked like angel dust
Swift with the gift when I'm dropping my sh*t
I do shows collect the dough
Grab a hoe then I split
I'm not the brother to riff and get raw with
I grab the mic and get funky as dog sh*t
Many try to bore me and harm me
So what you got an army
You're all washed up like laundry
It's lord finesse the rap phenomenom
I take this more serious
Than a M****m do rhamadan
I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness
I'm so cool I put fans out of business
Suckas try to to copy and beat me
They try to see me but it's not that easy
They should take sh*t slowly
Becase they don't know me
I'm on the down low that means I play low key
But at a party I'm quick to rag a mic
And brothers can't see me with a satellite
So those who want to battle me
Step up lively
A bad m**********r
Is a few words to describe me
I raise instead of sinking
I use my head for thinking
I'm leaving opponents all dead and stinking
I kick game I got more than a small rap
I drop facts on tracks
Sh*t I'm all that
Whether foreign or american
I come better than
Any specialist or any rap veteran
I'm a brother with skills and a good rep
That's why all the players
Want to follow my footsteps
So when you hear me
Don't comepare me to all the rest
They might be good
But they ain't f**king with lord finesse
Whether you're old or a rapper with a new name
I'll bust that a**
And send you home on the 2 train
So don't come here looking for a bargain troop
I get looser than a freak in a jogging suit
I'm quick to send a ni**a home in stitches
Don't sing and dance
But I still get the b**ches
So don't ever diss the smooth rap terrorist
I get paid each year to come back
And write better sh*t
Me getting done
Now that's a hot one
It's like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgun
Then you wonder why rappers get murdered fast
They talking trast
But yet haven't heard the half
They don't understand it
Cause I'm living gigantic
And I'm the best goddammit
Now you know who's on who's jock
When it comes to rhyming
I get funkier than an old pair of tube socks
You can't f**k with finesse pal
And when I'm done with ya
Send your man for the next round
Andre the giant tell me how ya living
(get on down to the old slick rhythm)
You said I wasn't ready
Joke's on you jack
Because I'm the giant
But before it was "who's that "
I don't get girls that's hard to imagine
You be pulling witches
I get the b**ches from the beauty pagent
It ain't hard to tell ain't had enough yet
Cause you're wet and
I still haven't bust a sweat
I'm a fat cat you're just a kitten
Leaving chumps in a slump
Because the punks ain't hitting
You're low budget and my skills are so rugged
I make peace but you wanna keep beef so f**k it
Round up the best mc's and confront me
One on one they gets done
They better jump me
Me against your crew now that's a fair fight
Me get done one on one
Yeah right
Come on and face reality
I get hype and pull out a can of brutality
You'll get knocked in the first round
You won't even get to brag
And ask your girl
Do the giant got the gift of gab
Slit her off hit her off on the first date
Sex no lies and plenty of videotape
Why didn't you step
Yeah you had the chance
To face an avalanche
But you'd rather dance
Cause you know the consequences
To anybody that's comp
But just romp and stomp them senseless
Cause I speak with a hypertone
The baddest m**********r to
Ever hold a microphone
The mic's in my hands raise your arms god
Me and finesse on the same team
Come on that's a bomb squad
Got the things that's wanted by every girl
Mack daddy without the caddy or the jheri curls
You got game like me
I doubt it
They say pimping ain't easy
What's so hard about it
In front of crowds to get lots of cheers
He's finesse I'm a g
And I'm the f**k up out of here
Yeah fat for the 90's money
