Lord Finesse - No Gimmicks (feat. KRS-One) Lyrics
[ KRS-One ]Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-OneLyrical styles weigh a tonLord Finesse, we know you got skillsCome into the cypher and buildChill out, all MC I killCome down[ VERSE 1: Lord Finesse ]Check it out, come on, here's your chance to swingWith some ill mutha*****as, we don't dance and singIn '95 we out-jinglinServin 'poetic justice' without that nigga John SingletonI do my thing while the fans be jealinHey yo, I'm so dope, you better tap your man and tell himI don't fake moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers break foolJust give me a beat with a bass grooveI'm mad funky, ask the expertsCause I make you bob your head until your mutha*****in neck hurtSo don't ask me to match, geeCause if you ain't real, I'm bringin it to your face like acneNow rappers run scams and flim-flamsOn how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a tin manThey rap fast, tryin to stack cashBut on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin half-assedYellin and screamin like they got somethinWhen they don't got nothin, so them niggas need to stop frontinTalkin how they be raggin shitWhen I don't know if them niggas are rappin or talkin mutha*****in ArabicThey act so ill, they no frillsThey should go chill, they all mouth with no skillsWhen I'm around y'all feel funnyCause I'm young makin funds like Shaquille O'Neal, moneyYou want any drama? You better wear plenty armorI cut that ass like the chef at Benny Harner'sThe funky man's in it to win itWe gotta keep it real yo, no mutha*****in gimmicksWhoever make a hit they the best (That's a gimmick)You sell records based on how you dress (That's a gimmick)Hey y
