Lord Finesse - Praise The Lord Lyrics
This is not a classroom, so put your hands downAww ***** it, let me tell you who I am nowFinesse is my nickname, the way that I kick gameGirls dont try to figure me out, cause its a dick thangI kick rhymes, with beats that slam with forceIm so gifted my name should be santa clausCause I flow, in fact I got the better showIm the baddest mother*****er that youll ever knowI get hype and live on a party tipI kick more ass than the star of a karate flickSo just chill, dont even play yourselfGrab a seat watch finesse, behave yourselfI school mcs on the r-a-p scoopIf you wanna diss me thats ok with me troopI finish the album, Im still kickin new shitSo step to this youll get snapped like a toothpickAnd those who think, finesse is in last placeYou gets the bozack and the mother*****in gas faceYeah, keep your distanceBite one rhyme Ill be forced to put a fist in actionOr motion, cause Ive got the potionMy frame of mind is deep like the oceanCall me jaws because Im eatin yoursOr call me a star because I go on toursOr call me swift because it aint no mythA brother got a rift then Im forced to liftThat means kill deceased when a brother got a beefI swell up eyes or I knock out teethNow you cant beat this or even get with thisWatch mike smooth spin it back with the quickness* dj mike smooth cuts n scratches *[lord finesse]Make way for the brother called finesseThe man with the s on his chest, cant even messWith the player, funky rhyme sayerI make crazy paper, whenever I kick the flavorAttract or Ill rag it, shit gets dramaticSuckers had it, *****es cling like staticIm a brother that people wanna see moreMcsll get rode up and down like a see-sawOr played like blackjack as I kick a fat rapThose thatre rude or intrudell get a backslapCause I get raw, or smooth like camay*****in plan b! Im gettin over with plan a!I can show and prove why brothers cant last with me.. as soon as the mic gets passed to meYall need to chill, cause yall over the hillMcs that cant deal need to leave the field.. and head for the back doorCause if it wasnt a lord finesse, then who would you clap for?Dont let your friends soup you up and gas youCause I ***** you up, and kick your crew ass tooI stand superior, from here to siberiaThats why when Im around, brothers leave the areaIm the type to wreck a show, scoop then sex a hoeThen I cool the ***** out like a eskimoSo hold on, better yet you better hang onShit, I break a mother*****er like a crayonPunks who dont know, you know Im gonna school emThey touch my mic, they got a ass-whippin comin to emCause I get raw off a bass drumI make strong moves but shit, I never fake noneThe smooth celebrity, none is ahead of meYou say youre sorry, well you damn well better beI get raw, Im not the type to slip and fallWhen I get up and perform my shit for yallIm not havin it, I wish a nigga would answer meI flip faster than a brother on a trampolineSet it off real quick, drop the crazy ill shitSo stop sweatin me, get off the dilznickIm waitin for those, who wanna flipCause this aint as funky as Im gonna getOn a fast tip, I still drop the mad shitCome one come all, step up, youll get your ass whippedWhen it comes to skills Im all that plus moreThrow your hands in the air, and praise the lord* dj mike smooth cuts n scratches *
