Lord Finesse - Back To Back Rhyming Lyrics
[finesse]Yeah...just about now in the studio, Im cooling out with scratchmasterRahiem, andre the giant, my dj mike smooth, shlomo on the engineeringTip, my man dj premier from gangstarr...were gonna kick this offSomething funky for this track, know what Im saying?Now when it comes to rhymes, Ill drop a swift one(theyll be another rough rhyme after this one - rakim)Im the rap senator, ake about ten of yaThe best mc on the southeast perimeterEquipped to flip with the slip of a lipSo dance, hop, or skip or shake your hipsCause Ill wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit katDont even riff back, I aint with thatSkillful sharp with the words of an indexSpark and glow mcs like windexSwifter, faster, microphone masterLord finesse writes rhymes by the chapterAdapt to rap but I wont even break yetSo damn hype that I might blow your tape deckFull grown, stoned to the boneWrite rhymes and poems just to get knownSuperior sargeant, take your whole squadrenToast mcs, eat em up with marginCause Im smart like einstein, I say the fly linesI get funky while you play the sidelinesHere to take care of you, never sound terribleReady equipped, cause Im always availableTo rag, snag, and rip the micCause me and dre will get ya hypedOn top in rank and I plan to stay thereThe funkiest poet out since shakespeareTake note of this soloist, cause Im a pro at thisEven make the crippled want to get up and go to thisNow mcs try to get rid of meBut, I wont fall in negativityCause Im well respected, lord thats majesticRhymes are written by thoughts thats selectedReleased in public, but not as a subjectMany are below it but not quite above itDre my brother, drop the know howOne, two three, here we go now[a.g.]Finesse, its my turn to kick a swift one(theyll be another rough rhyme after this one - rakim)You know an mc, well tell him to hybernateCause dre smooth is flowing at a liver rateYou knock em out the box, Im knocking niggas outYou fear the giant, well money live it outIm not a punk, far from a chumpYou sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunkIm dropping math, science, and all that other shitStep in the studio, its just another hitTake about ten from beginning to endDont mean to brag, but I am what I amAnd thats a mean machine, a dream machineYou say, golly polly, dres a jolly greenGiant and youre not half or even semiYou say is he? I say am i?The one you fear cause its nearThe time for your death so step to the rearNow get off, let off, step off cause youre softStop blushing Im rushing/russian like mikael gorbechovSpecial tactics, you cant hack thisBrothers aint half stepping, theyre walking backwardsYou cant get near, if you do, youre near hereStepping to me like a man in a wheelchairPressures like a new pearl, youre in a new worldI run with just a pen like a catholic schoolgirlBack in the first grade, thought you had it madeGot a tounge twister to catch a tounge blisterSally sells seashells down by the seashoreHow much wood could a woodchuck chuck moreNo more twisters, for blisters blistexNow youre confused, you whats this, whats nextTables rotate, you will go rateTry to locate, but dre wont negotiateSlaughter toys say boys whats the scienceYou shugged your shoulders and quote andres a giant[finesse]Yeah, that was crazy funky. yo, like I said, we two brothers just gettingCrazy funky in the studio and we gonna drop it like this...see ya!
