"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