Funky On The Fast Tip Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

"man oh man. the boy done found something funky and 

Don't know what to do. I think you should set it off 

Right now. set it off." 

I'm a get paid for the 1990's 

I don't care who likes me or who stands behind me 

The man to peep off a week so don't sleep 

>from shades to streets I still go one deep 

Save that off the wall bullshit you can have, son 

Fuck around, grab the mic, you catch a bad one 

I come corect and strapped to bust the ill raps 

Me take a loss to who? you oughta kill that 

Back up, slap up, give a brother some head room 

Hype on the mic, amazing in the bedroom 

Girls like me because I'm straight and don't sidestep 

I do shit jack lalaine ain't tried yet 

Ask any female, betcha she'll say I'm good 

That's why I'm finesse, porno star of the neighborhood 

Yeah, cause I kick slicker raps 

It's lord finesse, so bow and tip your hat 

And make way, because I get plenty say 

Those who don't like me, I don't give a shit anyway 

When it comes to lyrics, I always find something 

To make brothers press the rewind button 

I'm a get mine, rappers what you gonna do? 

Cause you couldn't see me if you wanted to 

Get who you want, shit you can call the cops 

But for now, I'm getting all my props 

I reign terror, whatever's clever 

I'm cooler than the mack and shaft put together 

So chill, don't try to get ill, dummy 

Me get stomped by who? be for real, money 

I'm not having it so run and get your best groups 

You see why they call me lord finesse, troop 

I eat em like sandwiches, send them home in bandages 

Give me a mic, I show you what doing damage is 

Nice swift and, deeper than quicksand 

I'm taking out opponents like a hitman 

I get the crowd hype like assorted drug 

It's lord finesse, who the fuck you thought it was? 

I lounge and chill but still can get ill, i'm 

Live and real with skills beyond skills 

I thought you knew from the get-go 

I'm cool as the whole nine, but that don't mean shit, though 

I'm unstoppable, able to rock a crew 

Do the impossible and put my opponents in the hospital 

Many can't hang when I flow and take off 

The said to give it up, had to bag and break north 

Before they get schooled like a sophomore 

Lord finesse is the man to look out for 

I got cash, the cuties, the red boats 

Try to take mine, fuck around, you get your head flown 

I take independently, roll like there's ten of me 

That's why I'm one of the smoothest in the industry 

I'm dropping mc's on the pavement 

Cause my entertainment will leave all in amazement 

Skills I kick to show many I'm real swift 

I got shit that opponents can't deal with 

Even though there's competition, I don't worry 

I dust opponents quick fast in a hurry 

Tracks I analyze, destroy, and vandalize 

Even I must admit, shit, goddamn I'm fly 

So I don't mind for those trying to get with me 

But try dissing me, that ass will be history 

Peace to the brothers and sisters that's behind me 

Lord finesse bagging shit for the 90's