Fat For The 90's Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

[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 fuck around and get smoked like angel dust 

Swift with the gift when I'm dropping my shit 

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 shit 

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 muslim 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 shit 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 motherfucker" 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, shit 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 fucking with lord finesse 

Whether you're old or a rapper with a new name 

I'll bust that ass 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 nigga home in stitches 

Don't sing and dance, but I still get the bitches 

So don't ever diss the smooth rap terrorist 

I get paid each year to come back and write better shit 

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 fuck 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) 

[a.g.] 

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 bitches 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 fuck 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 motherfucker 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 fuck up out of here 

Yeah, fat for the 90's, money