Isn't He Something Lyrics - Lord Finesse

Once again it's the man with the flavor 

It's lord finesse so run and tell your neighbors 

So stop sleeping and check out the style I'm freaking 

I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatment 

Forget striking out, I'm hitting grand slams 

Taking opponents off the stage like the sandman 

After apollo I'm the one to follow now 

I kick the shit that biters can't swallow down 

Mics get lit up as soon as I get up 

Opponents I hit up, make em quit and want to give up 

I'm kicking a party like kung fu 

Snatching all the girls as soon as I say "one two" 

Brothers think I'm new, but they're dead for instance 

I was into rap before they could form a sentence 

I'm finally getting mine after coming up the far way 

So nowadays I just lounge and parlay 

I'm hip to music, whether jazz or country 

I'm the type to make anything sound funky 

I like to talk and shout and go and flow 

Ayo, some brothers just don't know 

That I can take on any played out wack style 

Rhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack vile 

I kick a rhyme as soon as you say when 

So hype on the mic, when I finish you say "amen" 

I'm not the type to go around fronting 

Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing 

"it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e" 

"all the party people say isn't he something" (repeat 2x) 

Here we go, it's the grand imperial 

With the hip material to blow your stereo 

I sound different and my shit be hitting 

It's the funky technician pay attention, listen 

I flow smoothly like a scene in a movie 

Girls that choose me say that I'm a cutie 

Rough like a fistfight when I'm holding this mic 

So keep your lips tight if you can't keep your shit tight 

You can't beat this, better yet top this 

I hold the crowd like saddam hold a hostage 

I get ferocious so I approach this 

The girls are sweet like the cream from a hostess 

Yeah, I keep the cash flow 

In a fight I throw the first and the last blow 

So those that's yakking you'd better be packing 

I catch a wreck like a whole mob attacking 

I flow with quickness, mc's are too slow to get this 

I preach on the mic like a jehovah's witness 

Give me a mic, watch me saw 

Not daddy kane or eddie murphy, but I get raw 

To different tempos, a fast or a slow one 

Me a wack mc? well it takes one to know one 

Rhymes with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with this 

Or be about your business 

Always got something to keep the crowd jumping 

Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing 

"it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e" 

"all the party people say isn't he something" (repeat 4x) 

I get loose to make mc's step back 

Brothers try and diss me but I don't sweat that 

I'm able to stop a crew, pass any obsticle 

I'm not bobby brown, but I still wanna rock with you 

Smooth rap maestro, wild like a psycho 

Step to this and get sparked like a light show 

I flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes back to back 

Even with faster raps there's still more after that 

This is the funky technician and the one man 

Who burn mc's quicker than a suntan 

So the days of struggling, that's behind me, son 

I got some shit for that ass in '91 

So step back as I flow onward, man 

Listen, I turn a house party into a concert 

Brothers biting pope, crazy rhymes I wrote 

I don't get mad, that just prove they take notes 

Suckers that lack this can't catch this or match this 

They need practice with they played out tactics 

I stand ahead of them, the smooth rap veteran 

Relieve any crowd like a dose of exederin 

When it comes to fights with mics I can hold mine 

First album was dope, second one should be a goldmine 

I make party people say "isn't he something" 

Cause yo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing 

"it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e" 

"all the party people say isn't he something" (repeat 4x)