Lord Finesse - True & Livin' Lyrics
[ verse 1 ]You know the plan, gee, I rip any mic you hand meI been down, this aint no mutha*****in brandyIts lord finesse, yeah, you know itIts that funky type poet that get loose like aerobicsYou know I be slammin suckersWhen Im not on the mic, Im makin more moves than a dance instructorI have no passion for rhymersNowadays I come with more styles than fashion designersRappers be cold frontinThey like forrest gump (why? ) them niggas dont know nothinSo watch how I hit emIn 95 and beyond lord finesse is true and livin[ verse 2 ]I dont have to pop tools to stop crews or mop foolsI play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewelsI get props and never fail, hopsThe stuff Im deliverin you cant get in your mailboxI wont sink the way my brain thinksWhen it comes to crews, Im connected like a chain linkIm out to make large figuresYou could be a casino dealer, and still couldnt pull my *****in card, niggaIm so bad with the vocabThats only part of it, now let me school you on the whole halfIm no stranger, more like dangerLike playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamberI get more props, Im raw, hopsWith the sure shot thats guaranteed to make all you girls drawers dropSo peep my funk style of rhythmWord life, kid, Im true and livin[ verse 3 ]Now its the funkyman, and niggas cant see meWhen I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffitiCause whether fast or somethin slowIm bad like michael jackson, only thing is, Im *****in, thoughHey yo, so just save itIm one of the funkiest, plus the underground favoriteThat got astoundin rhymesThatll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for minesI make your whole platoon nervousTryin to get live, I bring it to that ass like *****in room serviceWhat you gonna do when I hunt you downYou could have a freak on a ferris wheel, you still couldnt ***** aroundThis is how it goes when finesse rapsWhen brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I dont stress thatItas the man that be rappin cleverThats why Im gonna shine forever, like paddened leatherHave no fear, I kick it simple and so clear***** making your day, I got some shit for your whole yearI dont know why these crews be frontinThey can have three u-haul trucks, and still wont be movin nothinI put niggas on curfews, I hurt crewsMy style is harder than the heel on *****in church shoesWanna wear my shoes, you cant fit emIn years to come I be true and livin
