Lord Finesse - Bad Mutha Lyrics
(bad mutha)[verse 1]Turn up the radio, better yet the phonographAnd ima school the suckers who dont know the halfIm not a legend, Im real and actualBite my rhymes, I get mad and come after youI dont front or pretend cause thats imaginaryI get funky with the use of vocabularyIm more deadlier than a bottle of cyanideWhen I dig in my brain and say a fly rhymeI might bust and say a little somethinGet the party pumpin, yo, that aint nothinSo dont bore me, Ive been naughtyEven as a kid people said: look at shortyBack in the days I had much attentionSpeak of competition - man, listenEven then Ive coulda been a funky starAt the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey barsA little kid with the art of poetryNice for my age, but nobody noticed meNowadays I tell it like it isThat makes my skill different from her or hisI sport my skills on a f.m. frequencyLettin people know you better not sleep on meIm known as a smooth cool brotherA funky technician, call me a (bad mutha)[verse 2]I play mcs like a game of mario brothersI hold my own, plus I can carry anothersRhymes I make strong and watch em take formOn a sucker who steps out his face wrongIm the mc to fear and run fromShockin so much you think Im usin a stun gunI hold the title cause Im the cool champIf rap was money youd be rated as food stampYou try to boast and toast, you go by what name?You cant get with finesse, youre just jump changeYou couldnt cut it even if you had a hack-sawYoure just a rap that I laid a track forCause records get mixed up, foes get ripped upIf a mic was a freak, Id get my tip suckedSo girls, dont sleep, dont even doze offIm good with a mic, plus Im good with my clothes offAnd Im no joke, far from a slow pokeI school the young bucks, plus school the old folksI got stamina, lyrical examinerMoppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitorLord finesse parallel to no otherThe smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha)[verse 3]At a show I get fly and so legitGimme a mic onstage and thats all over withOn a stage Im straight up wildinI can kick a party like a brother from the shaolinTemple, I find it simpleI get the ladies cause they sweat my dimplesMe take a loss? not by a long shotGet off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jockOf the wrong man put up on the wrong scoopYou got problems, what youre on, troop?Raise up, I light the whole stage upSo wild with the mic, I oughta be caged upIm a brother you dare not lay a hand onI leave you more bloodier than a tamponIf you split, ima get you laterRhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigeratorTake caution to what this brother sayCome correct or turn around the other way(bad mutha) is the perfect descriptionOf me rhymin or just plain flippinIm no joke when it comes around to thatI start flippin when I hear the sound of rapIm enhanced to keep in step with itAnd surprise mcs cause you slept a bitSo wake up, my man cause theres no time for dozinMy thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosenFrom my brain which makes me insaneTo gain some fame, lord finesse is the nameTo seek and blame cause I came and rearrangedMy style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the gameIm superior compared to othersCall me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)
