Back To Back Rhyming Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

[finesse] 

Yeah...just about now in the studio, I'm cooling out with scratchmaster 

Rahiem, andre the giant, my dj mike smooth, shlomo on the engineering 

Tip, my man dj premier from gangstarr...we're gonna kick this off 

Something funky for this track, know what I'm saying? 

Now when it comes to rhymes, I'll drop a swift one 

('they'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - rakim) 

I'm the rap senator, ake about ten of ya 

The best mc on the southeast perimeter 

Equipped to flip with the slip of a lip 

So dance, hop, or skip or shake your hips 

Cause I'll wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat 

Don't even riff back, I ain't with that 

Skillful sharp with the words of an index 

Spark and glow mc's like windex 

Swifter, faster, microphone master 

Lord finesse writes rhymes by the chapter 

Adapt to rap but I won't even break yet 

So damn hype that I might blow your tape deck 

Full grown, stoned to the bone 

Write rhymes and poems just to get known 

Superior sargeant, take your whole squadren 

Toast mc's, eat em up with margin 

Cause I'm smart like einstein, I say the fly lines 

I get funky while you play the sidelines 

Here to take care of you, never sound terrible 

Ready equipped, cause I'm always available 

To rag, snag, and rip the mic 

Cause me and dre will get ya hyped 

On top in rank and I plan to stay there 

The funkiest poet out since shakespeare 

Take note of this soloist, cause I'm a pro at this 

Even make the crippled want to get up and go to this 

Now mc's try to get rid of me 

But, I won't fall in negativity 

Cause I'm well respected, lord that's majestic 

Rhymes are written by thoughts that's selected 

Released in public, but not as a subject 

Many are below it but not quite above it 

Dre my brother, drop the know how 

One, two three, here we go now 

[a.g.] 

Finesse, it's my turn to kick a swift one 

('they'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - rakim) 

You know an mc, well tell him to hybernate 

Cause dre smooth is flowing at a liver rate 

You knock em out the box, I'm knocking niggas out 

You fear the giant, well money live it out 

I'm not a punk, far from a chump 

You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunk 

I'm dropping math, science, and all that other shit 

Step in the studio, it's just another hit 

Take about ten from beginning to end 

Don't mean to brag, but I am what I am 

And that's a mean machine, a dream machine 

You say, "golly polly, dre's a jolly green 

Giant" and you're not half or even semi 

You say "is he? " I say "am i? " 

The one you fear cause it's near 

The time for your death so step to the rear 

Now get off, let off, step off cause you're soft 

Stop blushing I'm rushing/russian like mikael gorbechov 

Special tactics, you can't hack this 

Brothers ain't half stepping, they're walking backwards 

You can't get near, if you do, you're near here 

Stepping to me like a man in a wheelchair 

Pressure's like a new pearl, you're in a new world 

I run with just a pen like a catholic schoolgirl 

Back in the first grade, thought you had it made 

Got a tounge twister to catch a tounge blister 

Sally sells seashells down by the seashore 

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck more 

No more twisters, for blisters blistex 

Now you're confused, you what's this, what's next 

Tables rotate, you will go rate 

Try to locate, but dre won't negotiate 

Slaughter toys say boys what's the science 

You shugged your shoulders and quote "andre's a giant" 

[finesse] 

Yeah, that was crazy funky. yo, like I said, we two brothers just getting 

Crazy funky in the studio and we gonna drop it like this...see ya!