Lord Finesse - Brainstorm/p.s.k. Lyrics
Now we found out, some time ago that if you take a whole group of reallySuperbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll make some music whether or notSomebody else thought it was hip or not.You know, they be ok.You dig?Somebody's got to start it.Verse one: o.c.It's like me against anyoneFirst full verse is spontaneous, combustion thrusts meNo rapper can dust meBounced upon the scene with a theme, word...lifeI cut fantasy out cause i differ from a dreamWisdom lies deep in my molecules, you assumedI fell victim to, hip-hop bluesYou way off i stay on tour often rockin spotsOn the california coast, range you know back to bostonEnforcin my theory, leavin rappers teary-eyedFly most who came and thought they had strideYou accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for nothinHalf of y'all crumbs are just soft like muffinsI bake, masterpieces, sharper thesisY'all candy coated mother*****ers stink like fecesNeedless to say, are these running shoes yours?You retreated when i gave out head for warsMy microphone set is immensely brick wallSolid in and out you slept so now snoreWho got my back, you ask lord and blastmasterUnorthodox, combinations from the mastersMics i menace, when it's finishedYou get an understanding of what we bringin, no gimmicksVerse two: lord finesseMy decision is precision, i'm ill in ways you can't visionI got niggaz worshippin lord finesse like religionYou can't ***** around, you're kiddinYou don't want no collision, you better fly south like a pigeonGood riddance, i flip flows you can't imagineI break down your flintstone style, into fragmentsSo pay attention to the man rappinDon't think that it can't, i'm livin proof, it can happenI reign supreme logical, verbally, i drop it in waysThat you never dreamed possibleSo lyrically, i personally figureThat my harvard style, is too deep for you nursery niggazWhen i clutch the mic, i'm comin rough and rightI build more than them workers on construction sightsI'm skilled at it, i'm illmaticSo yes answers your question if you ask me do i still have itI'm the realest, the illestComin out the woodwork, like them homos in the villageBut seriously, i'm got the remedyIf i's at the bottom of the toiletYou niggaz still couldn't shit on meOriginally, it's the same the vetI'm on that get rich list, but they didn't call my name yetI make it special like a prom night i bomb micsWhile other brothers are old news like walter kronkiteIt's critical, you got these xerox individualsBut word life, it ain't nothin like the originalI wreck kids, that's my theory and perspectiveWhen it comes to hip-hop, i'm on the case like detectivesYou better step to the next manCause the greatest soccer player couldn't kick it like finesse canVerse three: krs-oneThis is the scientific extra-prolific terrificMystic simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyricWhen you hear it or hear me, runnin through the scrimmagesYou see images, affecting your sight to make you go(yo there he is! no there he is!) no here he isRockin your superiors, in your hardest areaYour lyrical skills are inferiorIt's because your video that they cheer for yaI'll take care of ya, quickly, cause i cannot take itYour weak head needs to be decapitatedCause you fake itIf your heart was caffeine, well you're now decaffeinatedYou scream battle but it's the end of your careerYou anticipate it, i hate itcareer ended, how splendidFor wack mc's i come doctor recommendedHaha! you know whassup when lord finesse up in the pieceAll you wack ass rappers better go rewrite your albumO.c. in the house, krs in the house, yeahNew york style in the house, yeahBdp crew in the house, yeah...
