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You know the plan, gee, |
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I rip any mic you hand me |
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I been down, this ain't no mutha****in |
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Brandy It's |
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Lord Finesse, yeah, you know it |
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It's that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics |
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You know I be slammin suckers |
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When I'm not on the mic, |
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I'm makin more moves than a dance instructor |
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I have no passion for rhymers |
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Nowadays I come with more styles than fashion designers |
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Rappers be cold frontin |
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They like |
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Forrest Gump (Why?) |
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Them niggas don't know nothin |
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So watch how |
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I hit em In '95 and beyond |
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Lord Finesse is true and livin [ VERSE 2 ] |
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I don't have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools |
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I play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels |
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I get props and never fail, hops |
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The stuff |
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I'm deliverin you can't get in your mailbox |
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I won't sink the way my brain thinks |
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When it comes to crews, |
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I'm connected like a chain link |
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I'm out to make large figures |
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You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn't pull my ****in card, nigga |
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I'm so bad with the vocab |
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That's only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half |
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I'm no stranger, more like danger |
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Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber |
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I get more props, |
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I'm raw, hops |
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With the sure shot that's guaranteed to make all you girls' drawers drop |
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So peep my funk style of rhythm |
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Word life, kid, |
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I'm true and livin [ VERSE 3 ] |
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Now it's the funkyman, and niggas can't see me |
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When I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti |
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Cause whether fast or somethin slow |
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I'm bad like |
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Michael Jackson, only thing is, |
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I'm ****in, though |
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Hey Yo, so just save it |
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I'm one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite |
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That got astoundin rhymes |
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That'll make your grandmoms get up when |
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I decide to get down for mines |
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I make your whole platoon nervous |
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Tryin to get live, |
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I bring it to that ass like ****in room service |
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What you gonna do when |
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I hunt you down |
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You could have a freak on a |
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Ferris wheel, you still couldn't **** around |
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This is how it goes when |
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Finesse raps |
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When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but |
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I don't stress that |
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It'as the man that be rappin clever |
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That's why |
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I'm gonna shine forever, like paddened leather |
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Have no fear, |
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I kick it simple and so clear |
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**** making your day, |
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I got some shit for your whole year |
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I don't know why these crews be frontin |
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They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin nothin |
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I put niggas on curfews, |
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I hurt crews |
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My style is harder than the heel on ****in church shoes |
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Wanna wear my shoes, you can't fit em |
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In years to come |
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I be true and livin |
