Lord Finesse - Here I Come Lyrics
I got something to say, man, you dig? I mean, you cats been upThere rappin aint said nothin about the real thing, you knowWhat I mean? I got something to say, manLord finesse is the brother whos talkingAnd this is somethin funky to pump in your walkmanSo watch me, troop, and pay attention as I get downGet funky and kick some real shit nowThe rap professional, so intellectualGo against me and Ill get the best of youCause gettin funky is no coincidenceFinesse can flow to any musical instrumentBut Im better for, my skills the metaphorI can get loose and flow like a reservoirOr the nile river, maybe the amazonIm the brother that you should have the cameras onIm not the type to go out the way others doFinesse fall off? you must be on a drug or twoCause mcs try they best to flow and catch theL-o-r-d f-i-n-e-double s-eIma get raw and score, then Im outta hereThis is like a classroom, any volunteers?Yeah, I thought so, you better stay frozenI can kick a tune like my man beethovenI got strategy, none is as bad as meIm the funky brother that many are glad to seeOn a platform, stage, or in publicLord finesse is gettin funky on the subjectHere I come a slick brother with a fade and a half-moon (repeat 2x)Now watch the pro as I perform and rock the showDo with ease what others find impossibleCause Im so damn fly, so just stand byIn a fight I beat rappers by a landslideCause I hit hard, make em run and dischargeBest believe finesse is gonna get largeAnd swifter, fresher, better than everYeah, etcetera, etceteraIm filled with action cause Im so spectacularYet I flow smooth like a benz or a acuraA man of skill and high fidelityIm a funky brother, so what is you telling me?Many rappers step on a stage like its a star searchTo be funky it takes crazy hard workThey try to flip and skip to the wack soundBut I play the stage while others play the backgroundAnd since I rhyme quick many get crushed fastI sport a fade, half moon, and now a moustacheIm ready, set to stepAnd come correct, in full effectYeah, Im makin things funkyHere I come a slick brother with a fade and a half-moon (repeat 4x)Now I rock the hip-hop to reach the tip-topSo see and believe as I proceed to rip shopRhymes are handmade, smooth like mayonnaiseCut you up so bad you need more than a band aidMake mcs forfeit, think they lost itGet over-exhausted, I rock the raw shitBust it, peep it, rhymes are top secretMe gettin swift on the mic, thats done frequentI tell mcs to get lost when I get pissed offYou think Im wack? well, you got to think criss-crossedWill and able, far from a fableMcs I disable, make em stand stableI burn and weld you, beat and expel youIm out to tell you, I put you on bellevueHospital, now I did the impossibleIm lord finesse cause Im so remarkableIm so bad, I make mcs go madThey cant deal with my style of vocabIll rip and bust that, make mcs hushed atAnd when Im finished yall will say yo, who was thatBrother? cause Im a bad mother*****erRhymes so swift, parallel to no otherIm the funky technician kicking a fresh rhymeLord finesse sayin peace till the next timeHere I come a slick brother with a fade and a half-moon (repeat til fade)
