Lord Finesse - Flip Da Style Lyrics
[ verse 1 ]Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get downI rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip townLord finesse got the rough raps, ***** thatWhen I do my thing, I come off like a hub capI put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier manI slide up in chicks like a diafram(you cant murder me, you better recognize) people heard of meI say the shit that get you open like surgeryIm so def, I catch wreck with no sweatWhen I rock mics it dont make sense to try to go nextWith the mic Im royal, seeYou could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldnt shine more than meDont be silly and try to kill meSoundin like milli vanilli, I smoke your ass like a phillyI rap with force when Im kickin my facts acrossThe shit I kick is hotter than tabasco sauceDont try to ruin me or talk about doin me(why? ) I got shit thatll spark your whole communitySo lounge and peep the deal(cause Im one mutha*****a you dont have to tell keep it real)Brothers dont know I can (flip the style)Im out to make dough, kid (flip the style)Come to my show, so I can (flip the style)Check the flow, yo (just flip the style)Can I do my thing, kid? (flip the style)Im ready to swing, yo (flip the stlye)I got rap on a string, kid (flip the style)Just gimme your ring when I (just flip the style)[ verse 2 ]I get attention like a lexus, girls wanna sex thisPlay rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfastThink youre nice? boy, you better be, you know my pedigreeIm on the rise like afros in the 70sI keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonnyYou know my style, dont sleep, moneyI put it on like sneakers, its the smooth speakerPeace to krs-one, thats the teacherNow let me hit you with this line I drive, this rhymes flyThis is how it goes down in the 95Thats right, because I said it, dont sweat it, kidDont think Im nice? well, I am, so give me credit, kidI wreck niggas, collect figuresYo, Im like aretha franklin - all I want is some respect, niggaI drop facts when I rock raps over hot tracksThats why niggas be on my dick like a jock strapBring the best, I get with himEven deaf people be sayin, I heard that kid got some shit with himNone could diss this or rip this, for instanceGive me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distanceCrews I run through, wont fall or fumbleYou can get done, too, dont let me catch you on the humbleNiggas dont like me, but thats aight, geeBrothers act sheisty, thats why I play the crib with the wifeyOne of the best, dont compare me to none of the restStraight up and down, word life you cant ***** with finesseShit sound hype, yo (flip the style)Its only right that I (flip the style)Pass the mic, so I can (flip the style)I got my flow down tight, kid (just flip the style)I got the skills to make papes, yo (flip the style)I gotta set em straight, kid (flip the style)I bet diggin in the crates can (flip the style)I got moves to make, yo (just flip the style)
