"I got something to say man you dig? I mean you cats been up

there rappin ain't said nothin about the real thing you know

what I mean? I got something to say man"

Lord Finesse is the brother who's talking

And this is somethin funky to pump in your walkman

So watch me troop and pay attention as I get down

Get funky and kick some real shit now

The rap professional so intellectual

Go against me and I'll get the best of you

Cause gettin funky is no coincidence

Finesse can flow to any musical instrument

But I'm better for, my skill's the metaphor

I can get loose and flow like a reservoir

Or the Nile river, maybe the Amazon

I'm the brother that you should have the cameras on

I'm not the type to go out the way others do

Finesse fall off? You must be on a drug or two

Cause MC's try they best to flow and catch the

L-o-r-d F-i-n-e-double s-e

I'ma get raw and score, then I'm outta here

This is like a classroom, any volunteers?

Yeah, I thought so, you better stay frozen

I can kick a tune like my man Beethoven

I got strategy, none is as bad as me

I'm the funky brother that many are glad to see

On a platform, stage, or in public

Lord Finesse is gettin funky on the subject

"Here I come" "A slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (Repeat 2x)

Now watch the pro as I perform and rock the show

Do with ease what others find impossible

Cause I'm so damn fly, so just stand by

In a fight I beat rappers by a landslide

Cause I hit hard, make em run and discharge

Best believe Finesse is gonna get large

And swifter, fresher, better than ever

Yeah, etcetera, etcetera

I'm fil