featuring A.G.

[Finesse]

Suckas out there better pray and shout for help

When it comes to skills on the mic I'm out for self

Finesse is dangerous so those who came to fuss

Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust

Swift with the gift when I'm dropping my shit

I do shows collect the dough grab a hoe then I split

I'm not the brother to riff and get raw with

I grab the mic and get funky as dog shit

Many try to bore me and harm me

So what you got an army? You're all washed up like laundry

It's Lord Finesse, the rap phenomenom

I take this more serious than a Muslim do Rhamadan

I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness

I'm so cool I put fans out of business

Suckas try to to copy and beat me

They try to see me, but it's not that easy

They should take shit slowly, becase they don't know me

I'm on the down low, that means I play low key

But at a party, I'm quick to rag a mic

And brothers can't see me with a satellite

So those who want to battle me, step up lively

"A bad motherfucker" is a few words to describe me

I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking

I'm leaving opponents all dead and stinking

I kick game, I got more than a small rap

I drop facts on tracks, shit I'm all that

Whether foreign or American, I come better than

Any specialist or any rap veteran

I'm a brother with skills and a good rep

That's why all the players want to follow my footsteps

So when you hear me, don't comepare me to all the rest

They might be good, but they ain't fucking with Lord Finesse

Whether you're old or a rapper with a new name

I'll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 Train

So don