Lord Finesse - No Gimmicks Lyrics
[ krs-one ]Lord finesse and blastmaster krs-oneLyrical styles weigh a tonLord finesse, we know you got skillsCome into the cypher and buildChill out, all mc I killCome down[ verse 1: lord finesse ]Check it out, come on, heres your chance to swingWith some ill mutha*****as, we dont dance and singIn 95 we out-jinglinServin poetic justice without that nigga john singletonI do my thing while the fans be jealinHey yo, Im so dope, you better tap your man and tell himI dont fake moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers break foolJust give me a beat with a bass grooveIm mad funky, ask the expertsCause I make you bob your head until your mutha*****in neck hurtSo dont ask me to match, geeCause if you aint real, Im bringin it to your face like acneNow rappers run scams and flim-flamsOn how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a tin manThey rap fast, tryin to stack cashBut on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin half-assedYellin and screamin like they got somethinWhen they dont got nothin, so them niggas need to stop frontinTalkin how they be raggin shitWhen I dont know if them niggas are rappin or talkin mutha*****in arabicThey act so ill, they no frillsThey should go chill, they all mouth with no skillsWhen Im around yall feel funnyCause Im young makin funds like shaquille oneal, moneyYou want any drama? you better wear plenty armorI cut that ass like the chef at benny harnersThe funky mans in it to win itWe gotta keep it real yo, no mutha*****in gimmicksWhoever make a hit they the best (thats a gimmick)You sell records based on how you dress (thats a gimmick)Hey yo, that tongue-twistin shit, thats kinda fresh (thats a gimmick)Whats when youre soft but youre frontin like youre stressed? (thats a gimmick)Whats when youre only into rap to get paid? (thats a gimmick)Whats when youre yellin and screamin up on stage? (thats a gimmick)When your career is numbered by days? (thats a gimmick)Whats when your lyrical style is just a faze? (thats a gimmick)[ verse 2: krs-one ]I guess yes yall, to the beat yall, bring in the streetLet me put my beeper on vibrate, so wont hear it beepRepresentin the street, concrete what I speak, yeah, I live itLet it be known, krs is not about a gimmickI grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they stallinI raise the mic stand, because Im tall and I keep the crowd callinIm not like those other rappers talkin about the caps they peelPunk, I battle mcs for real***** a record deal when youre still into hip-hoppinWith your country ass, sound like youre still pickin cottonYou get thrown across the room in that direction, listenThe lyrical teachers not the one you should be checkinThis is my eara, or era or eera, whatever, Im mad cleverI shoop, you doop, you doop like salt-n-pepaLyrical terror, you should never ever come for mineWhen I rhyme I clean up mcs with the fresh smell of pineI got skills, and it showsYou could slow or speed up the tempo, your style is fake like janet jacksons noseIm sellin that real live shit, and you could get hurtYoure sellin that fake shit like the home shopping networkYou got a lotta rhymes to battle in a secondBut frankly the bottom line is: wheres your hit record?You claim Im jockin, you claim Im on your dick, wheres your witness?If Im on your dick, my name has got to be syphilisI come with lyrical physical fitnessTwo months from now you will have bit thisWatch me light that ass up like christmasDont let me come out on that assStart flippin the lyrics I be kickinBe hotter than curry chickenSo whether from the east or from the westTheres no other krsI got forceI came to your town to set it offSo when finesse goes hit itIll never mimickKrs-one could never use a gimmickWhen youre ridin the next rappers dick (thats a gimmick)When youre r&b, and then you cold flip (thats a gimmick)Start rhymin hardcore just to get a hit (thats a gimmick)When yout get over, but your skills aint shit (thats a gimmick)When you rap, but you dont have soul (thats a gimmick)When you cross over just to go gold (thats a gimmick)When youre not a gangster, but portrayin a role (thats a gimmick)Whats when you shape in somebody elses mould? (thats a gimmick)[ verse 3: lord finesse ]Man your station, cause the clan youre facinIs steppin to you trash mutha*****as like sanitatianI shoot and throw rhymes, the whole nine when its showtime(what up, kid? ) brothers know I can hold mineOn the real I got rhymes skillsWhen the times ill Im blowin up spots like a minefieldBrothers front with they chest outBut words from finesses mouthll leave them niggas stressed outThey make me sick to my stomach(so put it on em, kid!) them mutha*****as dont want itThey cant see me, believe meThey all phoneys, like them niggas that be wrestlin on tvYo, theyre nowhere near proAnd niggas couldnt hang if they was mutha*****in scarecrowsNowadays a lotta rappers sound fakeTalkin that gangster shit, when theyre softer than a poundcakeSo why youre frontin with the burner, kidWhen you done took more ass-whippins than *****in tina turner didYou wanna front? so be itBut ***** beatin around the bush, I just speak how I see itMe fall off? that shits deadThats not happenin, kid, so get that shit through your thick headIll never sellout (what? ) you head rightIll never cross over (aight!) word lifeSo when I said it, peep the methodIf I never go gold but get credit, I wont sweat itIn 95 we all in itWe gotta keep it real, yo, no mutha*****in gimmicksWhats when you rap and dont appreciate the art? (thats a gimmick)Whats when you sell out just to get a start? (thats a gimmick)Whats when you make bullshit just for the charts? (thats a gimmick)Whats when you rap, but its not from the heart? (thats a gimmick)Whats when youre hardcore, then you turn pop? (thats a gimmick)When you steal ideas to get props? (thats a gimmick)When you sell out to be on top? (thats a gimmick)Whats when you front like youre hard, but youre not? (thats a gimmick)[ krs-one ]Now let this be a lesson to all mcsAnd djsAnyone that come across the line will have to payReal hip hop is in effectReal hip-hop is in effectReal hip-hop is in effectGive it respectWe catch wreck
