Funky on the Fast Tip

"Man oh man. The boy done found something funky and

Don't know what to do. I think you should set it off

Right now. Set it off."

I'm a get paid for the 1990's

I don't care who likes me or who stands behind me

The man to peep off a week so don't sleep

From shades to streets I still go one deep

Save that off the wall bullshit you can have, son

Fuck around, grab the mic, you catch a bad one

I come corect and strapped to bust the ill raps

Me take a loss to who? You oughta kill that

Back up, slap up, give a brother some head room

Hype on the mic, amazing in the bedroom

Girls like me because I'm straight and don't sidestep

I do shit Jack Lalaine ain't tried yet

Ask any female, betcha she'll say I'm good

That's why I'm Finesse, porno star of the neighborhood

Yeah, cause I kick slicker raps

It's Lord Finesse, so bow and tip your hat

And make way, because I get plenty say

Those who don't like me, I don't give a shit anyway

When it comes to lyrics, I always find something

To make brothers press the rewind button

I'm a get mine, rappers what you gonna do?

Cause you couldn't see me if you wanted to

Get who you want, shit you can call the cops

But for now, I'm getting all my props

I reign terror, whatever's clever

I'm cooler than the Mack and Shaft put together

So chill, don't try to get ill, dummy

Me get stomped by who? Be for real, money

I'm not having it so run and get your best groups

You see why they call me Lord Finesse, troop

I eat em like sandwiches, send them home in bandages

Give me a mic, I show you what doing damage is

Nice swift and, deeper than quicksand

I'm taking out opponents like a hitman

I get the crowd hype like a sort of drug

It's Lord Finesse, who the fuck you thought it was?

I lounge and chill but still can get ill, I'm

Live and real with skills beyond skills

I thought you knew from the get-go

I'm cool as the whole nine, but that don't mean shit, though

I'm unstoppable, able to rock a crew

Do the impossible and put my opponents in the hospital

Many can't hang when I flow and take off

The said to give it up, had to bag and break north

Before they get schooled like a sophomore

Lord Finesse is the man to look out for

I got cash, the cuties, the red bones

Try to take mine, fuck around, you get your head flown

I take independently, roll like there's ten of me

That's why I'm one of the smoothest in the industry

I'm dropping MC's on the pavement

Cause my entertainment will leave all in amazement

Skills I kick to show many I'm real swift

I got shit that opponents can't deal with

Even though there's competition, I don't worry

I dust opponents quick fast in a hurry

Tracks I analyze, destroy, and vandalize

Even I must admit, shit, goddamn I'm fly

So I don't mind for those trying to get with me

But try dissing me, that ass will be history

Peace to the brothers and sisters that's behind me

Lord Finesse bagging shit for the 90's