Lord Finesse - Isn't He Something Lyrics
Once again its the man with the flavorIts lord finesse so run and tell your neighborsSo stop sleeping and check out the style Im freakingI stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatmentForget striking out, Im hitting grand slamsTaking opponents off the stage like the sandmanAfter apollo Im the one to follow nowI kick the shit that biters cant swallow downMics get lit up as soon as I get upOpponents I hit up, make em quit and want to give upIm kicking a party like kung fuSnatching all the girls as soon as I say one twoBrothers think Im new, but theyre dead for instanceI was into rap before they could form a sentenceIm finally getting mine after coming up the far waySo nowadays I just lounge and parlayIm hip to music, whether jazz or countryIm the type to make anything sound funkyI like to talk and shout and go and flowAyo, some brothers just dont knowThat I can take on any played out wack styleRhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack vileI kick a rhyme as soon as you say whenSo hype on the mic, when I finish you say amenIm not the type to go around frontingAyo, they dont call me lord finesse for nothingIts the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-eAll the party people say isnt he something (repeat 2x)Here we go, its the grand imperialWith the hip material to blow your stereoI sound different and my shit be hittingIts the funky technician pay attention, listenI flow smoothly like a scene in a movieGirls that choose me say that Im a cutieRough like a fistfight when Im holding this micSo keep your lips tight if you cant keep your shit tightYou cant beat this, better yet top thisI hold the crowd like saddam hold a hostageI get ferocious so I approach thisThe girls are sweet like the cream from a hostessYeah, I keep the cash flowIn a fight I throw the first and the last blowSo those thats yakking youd better be packingI catch a wreck like a whole mob attackingI flow with quickness, mcs are too slow to get thisI preach on the mic like a jehovahs witnessGive me a mic, watch me sawNot daddy kane or eddie murphy, but I get rawTo different tempos, a fast or a slow oneMe a wack mc? well it takes one to know oneRhymes with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with thisOr be about your businessAlways got something to keep the crowd jumpingAyo, they dont call me lord finesse for nothingIts the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-eAll the party people say isnt he something (repeat 4x)I get loose to make mcs step backBrothers try and diss me but I dont sweat thatIm able to stop a crew, pass any obsticleIm not bobby brown, but I still wanna rock with youSmooth rap maestro, wild like a psychoStep to this and get sparked like a light showI flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes back to backEven with faster raps theres still more after thatThis is the funky technician and the one manWho burn mcs quicker than a suntanSo the days of struggling, thats behind me, sonI got some shit for that ass in 91So step back as I flow onward, manListen, I turn a house party into a concertBrothers biting pope, crazy rhymes I wroteI dont get mad, that just prove they take notesSuckers that lack this cant catch this or match thisThey need practice with they played out tacticsI stand ahead of them, the smooth rap veteranRelieve any crowd like a dose of exederinWhen it comes to fights with mics I can hold mineFirst album was dope, second one should be a goldmineI make party people say isnt he somethingCause yo, they dont call me lord finesse for nothingIts the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-eAll the party people say isnt he something (repeat 4x)
