Diamond D - Praise the Lord lyrics

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 *