[Lord Finesse]

Hear the crowd and get the stage set

You still got time so put a tape in your tape deck

Sit down relax as I drop facts

Rhymes attract the crowd once I got em down pat

I'm teachin the masses join up for classes

You're blind to the truth so I'ma get you some glasses

Cause as I flow my rep start to grow

And brothers don't diss me cause they all know

That I can get raw and hang with the rest of em

Brothers be frontin, but Finesse'll be testin em

As I rhyme, and strive for perfection

It used to be mics, now it's girls I'm collectin

Mike Smooth is on the Wheels of Fortune

You don't want none so proceed with caution

Clap along, you didn't know that I was that strong

to kick a rap song on top of a platform

A stage, when I speak I bring rage, shoot

I kick my rhymes from page to page

Get em down pat, when it's time for a hype track

I don't scheme, cause I ain't livin like that

I don't front when it's time for a autograph

A Grammy award for rap is what I oughta have

made up, cause I ate up, most the comp'

Set up a beat, and watch me stomp

like a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troop

Do I keep the loot?

Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage it

Brothers run it, because they can't handle it

Now MC's I amaze, shock and daze

Just max -- you're a slave to my soundwave

* Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" *

[Lord Finesse]

Now I'm a brother, who is far from booty

It's Lord Finesse, the MC and yours truly

who will take your girl just like a known crook

All I need is a mic and a phonebook

Yo, I go on deep, don't