Lord Finesse - Fat For The 90's Lyrics
[finesse]Suckas out there better pray and shout for helpWhen it comes to skills on the mic, Im out for selfFinesse is dangerous, so those who came to fussWill ***** around and get smoked like angel dustSwift with the gift when Im dropping my shitI do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then I splitIm not the brother to riff and get raw withI grab the mic and get funky as dog shitMany try to bore me and harm meSo what you got an army? youre all washed up like laundryIts lord finesse, the rap phenomenomI take this more serious than a muslim do rhamadanI get loose and stop brothers with the quicknessIm so cool I put fans out of businessSuckas try to to copy and beat meThey try to see me, but its not that easyThey should take shit slowly, becase they dont know meIm on the down low, that means I play low keyBut at a party, Im quick to rag a micAnd brothers cant see me with a satelliteSo those who want to battle me, step up livelyA bad mother*****er is a few words to describe meI raise instead of sinking, I use my head for thinkingIm leaving opponents all dead and stinkingI kick game, I got more than a small rapI drop facts on tracks, shit Im all thatWhether foreign or american, I come better thanAny specialist or any rap veteranIm a brother with skills and a good repThats why all the players want to follow my footstepsSo when you hear me, dont comepare me to all the restThey might be good, but they aint *****ing with lord finesseWhether youre old or a rapper with a new nameIll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 trainSo dont come here looking for a bargain, troopI get looser than a freak in a jogging suitIm quick to send a nigga home in stitchesDont sing and dance, but I still get the *****esSo dont ever diss the smooth rap terroristI get paid each year to come back and write better shitMe getting done? now thats a hot oneIts like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgunThen you wonder why rappers get murdered fastThey talking trast but yet havent heard the halfThey dont understand itCause Im living gigantic, and Im the best, goddammitNow you know whos on whos jockWhen it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube socksYou cant ***** with finesse, palAnd when Im done with ya, send your man for the next roundAndre the giant, tell me how ya living(get on down to the old slick rhythm)[a.g.]You said I wasnt ready, jokes on you, jackBecause Im the giant, but before it was whos that?I dont get girls thats hard to imagineYou be pulling witches, I get the *****es from the beauty pagentIt aint hard to tell, aint had enough yet?Cause youre wet and I still havent bust a sweatIm a fat cat, youre just a kittenLeaving chumps in a slump, because the punks aint hittingYoure low budget, and my skills are so ruggedI make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so ***** itRound up the best mcs and confront meOne on one, they gets done, they better jump meMe against your crew, now thats a fair fightMe get done one on one? yeah rightCome on and face realityI get hype and pull out a can of brutalityYoull get knocked in the first round, you wont even get to bragAnd ask your girl do the giant got the gift of gab?Slit her off, hit her off on the first dateSex, no lies, and plenty of videotapeWhy didnt you step, yeah you had the chanceTo face an avalanche, but youd rather danceCause you know the consequencesTo anybody thats comp but just romp and stomp them senselessCause I speak with a hypertoneThe baddest mother*****er to ever hold a microphoneThe mics in my hands, raise your arms, godMe and finesse on the same team? come on, thats a bomb squadGot the things thats wanted by every girlMack daddy without the caddy or the jheri curlsYou got game like me? I doubt itThey say pimping aint easy...whats so hard about it?In front of crowds to get lots of cheersHes finesse, Im a.g. and Im the ***** up out of hereYeah, fat for the 90s, money
