Flip Da Style Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

[ verse 1 ] 

Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get down 

I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip town 

Lord finesse got the rough raps, fuck that 

When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap 

I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man 

I slide up in chicks like a diafram 

(you can't murder me, you better recognize) people heard of me 

I say the shit that get you open like surgery 

I'm so def, I catch wreck with no sweat 

When I rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next 

With the mic I'm royal, see 

You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me 

Don't be silly and try to kill me 

Soundin like milli vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly 

I rap with force when I'm kickin my facts across 

The shit I kick is hotter than tabasco sauce 

Don't try to ruin me or talk about doin me 

(why? ) I got shit that'll spark your whole community 

So lounge and peep the deal 

(cause I'm one muthafucka you don't have to tell keep it real) 

Brothers don't know I can (flip the style) 

I'm out to make dough, kid (flip the style) 

Come to my show, so I can (flip the style) 

Check the flow, yo (just flip the style) 

Can I do my thing, kid? (flip the style) 

I'm ready to swing, yo (flip the stlye) 

I got rap on a string, kid (flip the style) 

Just gimme your ring when I (just flip the style) 

[ verse 2 ] 

I get attention like a lexus, girls wanna sex this 

Play rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast 

Think you're nice? boy, you better be, you know my pedigree 

I'm on the rise like afros in the 70s 

I keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonny 

You know my style, don't sleep, money 

I put it on like sneakers, it's the smooth speaker 

Peace to krs-one, that's the teacher 

Now let me hit you with this line I drive, this rhyme's fly 

This is how it goes down in the '95 

That's right, because I said it, don't sweat it, kid 

Don't think I'm nice? well, I am, so give me credit, kid 

I wreck niggas, collect figures 

Yo, I'm like aretha franklin - all I want is some respect, nigga 

I drop facts when I rock raps over hot tracks 

That's why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap 

Bring the best, I get with him 

Even deaf people be sayin, "i heard that kid got some shit with him" 

None could diss this or rip this, for instance 

Give me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance 

Crews I run through, won't fall or fumble 

You can get done, too, don't let me catch you on the humble 

Niggas don't like me, but that's aight, gee 

Brothers act sheisty, that's why I play the crib with the wifey 

One of the best, don't compare me to none of the rest 

Straight up and down, word life you can't fuck with finesse 

Shit sound hype, yo (flip the style) 

It's only right that I (flip the style) 

Pass the mic, so I can (flip the style) 

I got my flow down tight, kid (just flip the style) 

I got the skills to make papes, yo (flip the style) 

I gotta set em straight, kid (flip the style) 

I bet diggin' in the crates can (flip the style) 

I got moves to make, yo (just flip the style)