Lord Finesse - Slave To My Soundwave Lyrics
[lord finesse]Hear the crowd, and get the stage setYou still got time, so put a tape in your tape deckSit down, relax, as I drop factsRhymes attract the crowd once I got em down patIm teachin the masses, join up for classesYoure blind to the truth, so ima get you some glassesCause as I flow, my rep start to growAnd brothers dont diss me, cause they all knowThat I can get raw and hang with the rest of emBrothers be frontin, but finessell be testin emAs I rhyme, and strive for perfectionIt used to be mics, now its girls Im collectinMike smooth is on the wheels of fortuneYou dont want none so proceed with cautionClap along, you didnt know that I was that strongTo kick a rap song on top of a platformA stage, when I speak I bring rage, shootI kick my rhymes from page to pageGet em down pat, when its time for a hype trackI dont scheme, cause I aint livin like thatI dont front when its time for a autographA grammy award for rap is what I oughta haveMade up, cause I ate up, most the compSet up a beat, and watch me stompLike a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troopDo I keep the loot?Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage itBrothers run it, because they cant handle itNow mcs I amaze, shock and dazeJust max -- youre a slave to my soundwave* mike smooth cuts youre a slave to my soundwave *[lord finesse]Now Im a brother, who is far from bootyIts lord finesse, the mc and yours trulyWho will take your girl just like a known crookAll I need is a mic and a phonebookYo, I go on deep, dont need a gang to flipYou try to copy, but cant even hang with it?Chill, yo, you cant master foolI drop science like a kid from catholic schoolBack up, just give me some room to flipI get wild on the mic like some lunaticWith the go, so watch me goLord finesse got a soul, and d soSuckers are gettin rich with no type of written hitsBut when approached by me they start shittin bricksIm not sayin to jump or be scared of meBut in a battle, just prepare to beDissed and beaten, ripped up while I warm upOr step in range, and get that ass torn upOr get a beating like kunta kinteCause aint nothin happening steppin over this wayLookin all in my grill, dont even know when to chillGrabbin the mic, soundin like a imbecileA sucker, a *****, a chump, a dodoGettin booed, goin out like a homoShut your trap, as I begin to rapLord finesse got skill, so just remember thatRhymes I say, express and send with forceI get you hyped, like sexual intercourseEat mcs like a dinner from swansonSpring into action like the man charles bronsonStep in my way you will get playedWhen youre tunin, to the lord finesse soundwave* mike smooth cuts youre a slave to my soundwave *[finesse] * talking while smooth cuts *Yo just about now I wanna give a shout outTo my dj mike smooth, the brother premierSlo-mo on the engineerin tip once againThe brother chilly dee, the brother rhomeDonald d, ice-t, kid jazz, the brother discoThe rest of the rhyme syndicateKing sun, build and destroyTragedy, and his dj, joe fatalPeace
