Funky Technician Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

*chorus* 

"mmm mm mm, ain't that something? " 

"damn it feels good to see people up on it" 

(repeat 4x) 

Lord finesse in effect cause I rhyme hard 

Look good flow smooth yeah the whole nine yard 

Wear and tear mc's that step near 

I make the girl strip naked and just give it here 

It's like, taking candy from a kid in a baby carriage 

Suckers vanish, because I do crazy damage 

Crews I smoke and diss, don't even joke with this 

Just listen to the sounds of the funky vocalist 

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Now I'm the man with intellect, no one to disrespect 

I kick a rhyme and make mc's wanna hit the deck 

And give it up and use they rhymes as a sacrifice 

Brothers try they best, they ain't even half as nice 

They try to kick it, by using that softer rap 

Me sound wack? nigga please, come off of that 

I'm mystical, musical, I might confuse a few 

Lord finesse gettin funky as usual 

Releasin some fresh words, sparkin the neck work 

Cause I'm the expert, wearin sneakers and sweatshirts 

Jeans and hoods, there's no doubt that I rap good 

I ? walk with a bout? with my hat turned backwards 

To many, I may look like a hoodlum 

But I'm a rapper and a pretty damn good one 

Cause I can get smooth and mild or wild like a juvenile 

Or get swift with the gift and just lose the crowd 

State the facts, create the raps 

Those who try to down me, better step out my face with that 

Cause I can get raw like many or any one of them 

I take a nine when you rate me from one to ten 

I got skills so don't try approachin me 

I keep rhymes in stores just like groceries 

Don't try to snap troop, cause this man be strapped 

Come correct you be leavin home handicapped 

In a straightjacket, or a wheelchair 

(finesse lost your touch? ) naah, it's still there 

So wannabees and competition 

Beware of lord finesse, the funky technician 

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I'm untouchable, with the skills to crush a crew 

When it comes to rhymes it's a must that I bust a few 

Keep the crowd listening I'm so magnificent 

It even says finesse on my birth certificate, I'm the 

Man of bravery skill and chicanery 

I get the ladies cause I use my brain you see 

And that's no surprise you might get pulverized 

If you sleep, so don't even close your eyes 

I go and flow, I even give crews advice 

To make it short, I'm crazy stupid nice 

Using bad words, pronouns and adverbs 

Putting english together just like a mad nerd 

Mc's I stomp and scare, I make em lose they hair 

I rip the mic and take it home as a souveneir 

Rough and tough cause I come from a bad block 

Watch your girl with a chain and a padlock 

I go solo, far from a homo 

That's a no no, get more sex than a porno 

When it comes to rhymes I write my own 

Speak in a hyper tone, when rippin a microphone 

So those steppin to me better have somethin hype to say 

I cook mc's faster than you can in a microwave 

I'm the type that'll give any man a chance 

To come correct before leavin in a ambulance 

So those that's dissin and flippin better listen 

To lord finesse - the funky technician 

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*chorus again w/ variations*