Lord Finesse - Baby, You Nasty Lyrics
[verse 1]Lord finesse is the brother that you have to hearI flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphereIm spectacular, so damn terrifyinThat wack mcs dont think about ever tryinTo dis or flip cause what it boils down toYou wont survive to step to me in round 2I stand and expand like a great manAnd swing a party like tarzan the apemanSay rhymes that are necessary, make em extra-scaryWatch finesse and take notes like a secretaryI get furious, display experienceLord finesse is nasty, period(you nasty, baby)[verse 2]Lord finesse in effect with the master rapAnd I flip on the mic like a acrobatI wont fret, step, but Ill make a repUsin vinyl wax, or a tape cassetteThink Im weak? take your next lookAnd get schooled and read like a textbookCause Im the better man, and I never ranMc beat me? I give credit to whoever canCause I terrify, scare, and horrifyCouldnt win against me if you let your father tryHang and socialize, rhymes just multiplyMe and mike get with it cause we both are flyLyrical lecture, word architectureRap director, the best in my sectorMicrophone cool chief releasin the smooth speechI get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf(you nasty, baby)[verse 3]Lyrical summary, theres only one of meLord finesse is far from a wanna-beCause I can get funky and smooth like cashmereAnd slay a rapper with rhymes I said last yearSo dont try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin meI break you physically and emotionallySo damn fly at this, so dont even try to disPut rhymes together like a stupid mad scientistIn a laboratory, Im a brother with a badder storyLord finesse stand tops in my categoryMcs are petrified with nowhere left to hideI slay a rapper and go: whats up, whos next to try?I aint havin it, poetical graduateAnd me get whipped by who? imagine itMcs are in jeopardy as soon as they step to meIm the man ladies break they neck to seeHighly explosive and nothin to joke withCause I can get funky on a fast or the slow tipCause Im badder, but it doesnt matterSharp like a dagger, able to rag aBooty mc who dares try to play meCause even the ladies tell me (you nasty, baby)[verse 4]I rock the science and drop the mathAnd I sketch up rhymes just like arts & craftsFoes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragileRelease more words than in three games of scrabbleMc lord finesse, I reign with supremacyI take one, two, or a team of threeOr ten of em cause I could never sound feminineWhen gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemenRemarkable, I came to rock the showWax mcs like a bottle of mopping glowLord of rap, and many cant afford to snapAnd I throw and score like a quarterbackShoot for the touchdown, Im from uptownLord finesse in effect, so whats up now?Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectlyA swift genius, but no need to worship meI remain hot to make your brain dropCause Im a river, and youre just a raindropBronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dumBrothers be runnin just to dial 911Lord finesse in effect to get lose nowMy pockets stay fat like a goose downI use the master brain and drive in a faster lanePuttin rhymes in shape just like jack lalaneFix it, balance it cause Im talentedI write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge itI can get nifty, funky, or even fancy(baby thats nasty)I know, but yo, lets just flowCause fast or slow I still get the doughAnd the ladies to cheer and praise meAnd tell me when I rhyme (you nasty, baby)
