Lord Finesse - Back to Back Rhyming текст песни

[finesse]

Yeah...just about now in the studio, Im cooling out with scratchmaster

Rahiem, andre the giant, my dj mike smooth, shlomo on the engineering

Tip, my man dj premier from gangstarr...were gonna kick this off

Something funky for this track, know what Im saying?

Now when it comes to rhymes, Ill drop a swift one

(theyll be another rough rhyme after this one - rakim)

Im the rap senator, ake about ten of ya

The best mc on the southeast perimeter

Equipped to flip with the slip of a lip

So dance, hop, or skip or shake your hips

Cause Ill wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat

Dont even riff back, I aint with that

Skillful sharp with the words of an index

Spark and glow mcs like windex

Swifter, faster, microphone master

Lord finesse writes rhymes by the chapter

Adapt to rap but I wont even break yet

So damn hype that I might blow your tape deck

Full grown, stoned to the bone

Write rhymes and poems just to get known

Superior sargeant, take your whole squadren

Toast mcs, eat em up with margin

Cause Im smart like einstein, I say the fly lines

I get funky while you play the sidelines

Here to take care of you, never sound terrible

Ready equipped, cause Im always available

To rag, snag, and rip the mic

Cause me and dre will get ya hyped

On top in rank and I plan to stay there

The funkiest poet out since shakespeare

Take note of this soloist, cause Im a pro at this

Even make the crippled want to get up and go to this

Now mcs try to get rid of me

But, I wont fall in negativity

Cause Im well respected, lord thats majestic

Rhymes are written by thoughts thats selected

Released in public, but not as a subject

Many are below it but not quite above it

Dre my brother, drop the know how

One, two three, here we go now

[a.g.]

Finesse, its my turn to kick a swift one

(theyll be another rough rhyme after this one - rakim)

You know an mc, well tell him to hybernate

Cause dre smooth is flowing at a liver rate

You knock em out the box, Im knocking niggas out

You fear the giant, well money live it out

Im not a punk, far from a chump

You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunk

Im dropping math, science, and all that other shit

Step in the studio, its just another hit

Take about ten from beginning to end

Dont mean to brag, but I am what I am

And thats a mean machine, a dream machine

You say, "golly polly, dres a jolly green

Giant" and youre not half or even semi

You say "is he? " I say "am i? "

The one you fear cause its near

The time for your death so step to the rear

Now get off, let off, step off cause youre soft

Stop blushing Im rushing/russian like mikael gorbechov

Special tactics, you cant hack this

Brothers aint half stepping, theyre walking backwards

You cant get near, if you do, youre near here

Stepping to me like a man in a wheelchair

Pressures like a new pearl, youre in a new world

I run with just a pen like a catholic schoolgirl

Back in the first grade, thought you had it made

Got a tounge twister to catch a tounge blister

Sally sells seashells down by the seashore

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck more

No more twisters, for blisters blistex

Now youre confused, you whats this, whats next

Tables rotate, you will go rate

Try to locate, but dre wont negotiate

Slaughter toys say boys whats the science

You shugged your shoulders and quote "andres a giant"

[finesse]

Yeah, that was crazy funky. yo, like I said, we two brothers just getting

Crazy funky in the studio and we gonna drop it like this...see ya!