Baby, You Nasty Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

[verse 1] 

Lord finesse is the brother that you have to hear 

I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere 

I'm spectacular, so damn terrifyin 

That wack mc's don't think about ever tryin 

To dis or flip cause what it boils down to 

You won't survive to step to me in round 2 

I stand and expand like a great man 

And swing a party like tarzan the apeman 

Say rhymes that are necessary, make em extra-scary 

Watch finesse and take notes like a secretary 

I get furious, display experience 

Lord finesse is nasty, period 

(you nasty, baby) 

[verse 2] 

Lord finesse in effect with the master rap 

And I flip on the mic like a acrobat 

I won't fret, step, but I'll make a rep 

Usin vinyl wax, or a tape cassette 

Think I'm weak? take your next look 

And get schooled and read like a textbook 

Cause I'm the better man, and I never ran 

Mc beat me? I give credit to whoever can 

Cause I terrify, scare, and horrify 

Couldn't win against me if you let your father try 

Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply 

Me and mike get with it cause we both are fly 

Lyrical lecture, word architecture 

Rap director, the best in my sector 

Microphone cool chief releasin the smooth speech 

I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf 

(you nasty, baby) 

[verse 3] 

Lyrical summary, there's only one of me 

Lord finesse is far from a wanna-be 

Cause I can get funky and smooth like cashmere 

And slay a rapper with rhymes I said last year 

So don't try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin me 

I break you physically and emotionally 

So damn fly at this, so don't even try to dis 

Put rhymes together like a stupid mad scientist 

In a laboratory, I'm a brother with a badder story 

Lord finesse stand tops in my category 

Mc's are petrified with nowhere left to hide 

I slay a rapper and go: "what's up, who's next to try? 

I ain't havin it, poetical graduate 

And me get whipped by who? imagine it 

Mc's are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me 

I'm the man ladies break they neck to see 

Highly explosive and nothin to joke with 

Cause I can get funky on a fast or the slow tip 

Cause I'm badder, but it doesn't matter 

Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a 

Booty mc who dares try to play me 

Cause even the ladies tell me (you nasty, baby) 

[verse 4] 

I rock the science and drop the math 

And I sketch up rhymes just like arts & crafts 

Foes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragile 

Release more words than in three games of scrabble 

Mc lord finesse, I reign with supremacy 

I take one, two, or a team of three 

Or ten of em cause I could never sound feminine 

When gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemen 

Remarkable, I came to rock the show 

Wax mc's like a bottle of mopping glow 

Lord of rap, and many can't afford to snap 

And I throw and score like a quarterback 

Shoot for the touchdown, I'm from uptown 

Lord finesse in effect, so what's up now? 

Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectly 

A swift genius, but no need to worship me 

I remain hot to make your brain drop 

Cause I'm a river, and you're just a raindrop 

Bronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dum 

Brothers be runnin just to dial 911 

Lord finesse in effect to get lose now 

My pockets stay fat like a goose down 

I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane 

Puttin rhymes in shape just like jack lalane 

Fix it, balance it cause I'm talented 

I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it 

I can get nifty, funky, or even fancy 

(baby that's nasty) 

I know, but yo, let's just flow 

Cause fast or slow I still get the dough 

And the ladies to cheer and praise me 

And tell me when I rhyme (you nasty, baby)