This is not a cla**room, so put your hands down
Aww f** it, let me tell you who I am now
Finesse is my nickname, the way that I kick game
Girls don't try to figure me out, cause it's a dick thang
I kick rhymes, with beats that slam with force
I'm so gifted my name should be Santa Claus
Cause I flow, in fact I got the better show
I'm the baddest motherf**er that you'll ever know
I get hype and live on a party tip
I kick more a** than the star of a karate flick
So just chill, don't even play yourself
Grab a seat watch Finesse, behave yourself
I school MC's on the R-A-P scoop
If you wanna diss me that's OK with me troop
I finish the album, I'm still kickin new sh**
So step to this you'll get snapped like a toothpick
And those who think, Finesse is in last place
You gets the bozack AND the motherf**in Gas Face
Yeah, keep your distance
Bite one rhyme I'll be forced to put a fist in action
Or motion, cause I've got the potion
My frame of mind is deep like the ocean
Call me Jaws because I'm eatin yours
Or call me a star because I go on tours
Or call me Swift because it ain't no myth
A brother got a rift then I'm forced to lift
That means k** deceased when a brother got a beef
I swell up eyes or I knock out teeth
Now you can't beat this or even get with this
Watch Mike Smooth spin it back with the quickness
* DJ Mike Smooth cuts n scratches *
[Lord Finesse]
Make way for the brother called Finesse
The man with the S on his chest, can't even mess
With the player, funky rhyme sayer
I make crazy paper, whenever I kick the flavor
Attract or I'll rag it, sh** gets dramatic
s**ers had it, b**hes cling like static
I'm a brother that people wanna see more
MC'sll get rode up and down like a see-saw
Or played like blackjack as I kick a fat rap
Those that're rude or intrude'll get a backslap
Cause I get raw, or smooth like Camay
f**in plan B! I'm gettin over with plan A!
I can show and prove why brothers can't last with me
.. as soon as the mic gets pa**ed to me
Y'all need to chill, cause y'all over the hill
MC's that can't deal need to leave the field
.. and head for the back door
Cause if it wasn't a Lord Finesse, then who would you clap for?
Don't let your friends soup you up and gas you
Cause I f** you up, and kick your crew a** too
I stand superior, from here to Siberia
That's why when I'm around, brothers leave the area
I'm the type to wreck a show, scoop then s** a hoe
Then I cool the f** out like a eskimo
So hold on, better yet you better hang on
sh**, I break a motherf**er like a crayon
Punks who don't know, you know I'm gonna school em
They touch my mic, they got a a**-whippin comin to em
Cause I get raw off a ba** drum
I make strong moves but sh**, I never fake none
The smooth celebrity, none is ahead of me
You say you're sorry, well you damn well better be
I get raw, I'm not the type to slip and fall
When I get up and perform my sh** for y'all
I'm not havin it, I wish a n***a would answer me
I flip faster than a brother on a trampoline
Set it off real quick, drop the crazy ill sh**
So stop sweatin me, get off the dilznick
I'm waitin for those, who wanna flip
Cause this ain't as funky as I'm gonna get
On a fast tip, I still drop the mad sh**
Come one come all, step up, you'll get your a** whipped
When it comes to sk**s I'm all that plus more
Throw your hands in the air, and praise the Lord
* DJ Mike Smooth cuts n scratches *