Fuck 'Em Lord Finesse

You'll never be a rapper) Now that I'm paid, rolling with an even crew The brother be fronting, saying (I always believed in you) Lord Finesse is what I paid the cost to be Back in the days brothers used

Shorties Kaught in the System Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse] Check it.. It's all real in the nine-fo' Shorties kaught up in the system Just close your eyes..

Food For Thought Lord Finesse

Now every neighborhood has a nice child But because of the things around em they change up they whole lifestyle I knew a kid with a little cash He had a little gear, yo, his status was middle class

Check the Method Lord Finesse

It's like that, y'all, check it out now (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x) Fuck that, you know who's bigger Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas Fuck those

Show 'Em How We Do Things Lord Finesse

to kick it with them brothers They brothers are professional, crazy intellectual Just some fellas I got to give credit to They rolling strong, know right from wrong They got skills, so I got to put 'em

Praise the Lord Lord Finesse

This is not a classroom, so put your hands down Aww fuck it, let me tell you who I am now Finesse is my nickname, the way that I kick game Girls don't try to figure me out, cause it's a dick thang

Set it Off Troop Lord Finesse

Yeah yeah, we cold in effect for '92 Yo Showbiz, let's take 'em uptown Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I'm saying? I'm gonna do this Set it off troop! Get busy!

Flip Da Style Lord Finesse

[ VERSE 1 ] Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get down I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip town Lord Finesse got the rough raps, fuck that When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap

Funky on the Fast Tip Lord 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

Yes You May Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse] Aw yeah, coming is my man Andre the Giant in the house, you know what I'm saying? I got my man Rhyme Inspector Percee P in the house.

Soul Plan Lord Finesse

you're from, I represent the whole planet Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging) The way I make moves and mess up your whole thought pattern Opponents I check 'em

Hey Look at Shorty Lord Finesse

Yo Finesse, c'mere [LF] Yeah yeah, whassup?

Return of the Funky Man Lord Finesse

Chorus: (Mad brothers know his name) (Yeah, it's him again) Repeat 4x Lord Finesse got something for your eardrums Back on the scene, long time, no hear from It's the funky man, the brother with

Brainstorm/P.S.K. Lord Finesse

Now we found out, some time agothat if you take a whole group of really superbad dudes, and hang em in togetherthey'll make some music whether or not somebody else thought it was hip or not.

Kicking Flavor With My Man Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse] Yeah yeah, I got my motherfucking man in the house, you know what I'm saying?

Hip 2 Da Game Lord Finesse

[ CHORUS ] I'm hip to the game (right) I'll always be the same (true) Cause whether I'm broke or got fame Sunshine or rain Ain't a damn thing changed [ VERSE 1 ] Finesse fell off, that's what

Stop Sweating the Next Man Lord Finesse

"Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher" -> cut 4X [Lord Finesse] Y'all sweatin the next man, cause y'all think he's live Cause the gear he buy, or the car that he drive He's out your league

No Gimmicks Lord Finesse

[ KRS-One ] Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One Lyrical styles weigh a ton Lord Finesse, we know you got skills Come into the cypher and build Chill out, all MC I kill Come down [ VERSE 1:

Gameplan Lord Finesse

and nappy headed, and still pull a Dom P (Pimping is hard) Not to me You got a lot to see, the way I put skins under lock and key And let them front the role like they outstanding Huh, I leavem 'em

I Like My Girls With a Boom Lord Finesse

(Look at shorty) (She's not my type) Finesse? (Yeah baby?) Oh it's like that now?

O Lord Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse]Check it out, check it out [O.C.]What's goin on?

Save That Shit Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse #1] Yeah, what's up Finesse? [Lord Finesse #2] Aw yeah! What's up, money?

Party Over Here Lord Finesse

Now I rock parties and keep concerts pumping Girls that's single, we can probably work something Let me handle this, Finesse is living scandalous I got props from here to Los Angeles Far from soup,

Underworld Operations Lord Finesse

Chorus: Lord Finesse Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens (No doubt) Your opinion's different?

Actual Facts Lord Finesse

wreck like ery week Get my freak on, who dares to speak on My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics He's laying on the mattress I'm hiking up the black dress Finesse

Speak Ya Peace Lord Finesse

(Speak the peace Then slide like grease) --> Dida (Rock to the beat, get wreck on the regular) --> Grap Lover (That's right) --> Biz Markie [ VERSE 1: Lord Finesse ] I'm real like

Slave to My Soundwave Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

[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

Baby, You Nasty Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

[VERSE 1] Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere I'm spectacular, so damn terrifyin That wack MC's don't think about ever tryin To dis or flip

Keep it Flowing Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

[Lord Finesse] Ladies and gentlemen, we have Lord Finesse and Andre the Giant here to get funky for you and yours tonight.

Collaboration of Mic's (feat. Lord Finesse & Lord Jamar) Artifacts

Jamar] Ya see this track be pullin me like gravitation Collaboration with the Artifacts, bustin on this Lord Finesse creation Causin heart attacks and palpatations Amalgamation like steel, we calibratin

Finesse Bruno Mars

you do (Baby that’s what you do) No my baby don’t play (No) Blame it on my confidence Or blame it on your measurements Shut the shit down on site That’s right We out here dripping in finesse

Finesse Bruno Mars (브루노 마스)

whole room change Baby, that's what you do No, my baby, don't play Blame it on my confidence Oh, blame it on your measurements Shut that shit down on sight That's right We out here drippin' in finesse

Finesse 유재승

아직도 만족 못해 지금보다 갱신 너 때문에 갇혀있어 이름 모를 fancy 이유는 모르지만 지금 나는 취해있지 전화해볼게 너에게 들었던 못된 마음 이제는 용서 해주라 미안 I'm always drunk like a drug 아직 난 널 못 잊었어 모든 일 너 모르게 finesse 내 시간은 비대칭 지키려다 피 맺힘 내 음악에 기댔지 넌 내 마음 모르고 댄싱 이

collaboration of mics artifacts

[Featuring Lord Finesse, Lord Jamar] And ya don't stop! (3X) "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon And ya don't stop!

Here I Come Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

I got something to say, man" Lord Finesse is the brother who's talking And this is somethin funky to pump in your walkman So watch me, troop, and pay attention as I get down Get funky and kick some

Funky Technician Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

"Damn it feels good to see people up on it" (repeat 4X) Lord Finesse in effect cause I rhyme hard Look good flow smooth yeah the whole nine yard Wear and tear MC's that step near I make the girl

Dead Or Alive (Feat. Jimmy Jones) Cam'ron

So you better have it, consequences could be a casket I'm beyond forensic, a menace with a 'matic I'ma leave 'em in the streets just splattered Beat and battered, fuck cops, police don't matter, bring

The Game Lord Ice Cube

I love chrome and paint, lookin for some motherfuckin corners to bank West coast what the fuck you thank Everybody here off weed and drank everybody Before you check my rims When you leave the parking

Strictly for the Ladies Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

with me Cause I read them up and down like mental telepathy Now, I settle down but not necessarily With a girl who wants me for a Cherokee Or other things that I have in the background When I cut 'em

A Night in the Bronx with Lord and Gunz Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz

, harder Lord Tariq: Say my name Woman #2: Lord Lord Tariq: Say my name Woman #2: Tariq Lord Tariq: Say praise the lord Woman #2: Tariq Lord Tariq: Praise the lord Woman #2: Praise the

Da Graveyard (Feat. Lord Finesse, Microphone Nut, Jay-Z, Party Arty & Grand Daddy I.U.) Big L

known for snatchin purses and bombin churches I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose I got drug spots from New York to Canada Cause Big L be fuckin with more keys than a janitor Lord

Fuck `Em Ice Cube

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Just a Little Something Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

[Lord Finesse] Yeah, peace Showbiz Since you got this beat goin I'ma drop somethin funky to this track Now I'm the constabulary, great in vocabulary I'm no joke, when up against any adversary

What The Fuck? Brand Nubian

[Lord Jamar] Once again it's the dread and the bald head Won't be satisfied til the devil's I see em all dead Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin Do you think a nigga forgot

What The Fuck... Brand Nubian

[Lord Jamar] Once again it's the dread and the bald head Won't be satisfied til the devil's I see em all dead Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin Do you think a nigga forgot

Back to Back Rhyming Lord Finesse & DJ Mike Sm

[Finesse] Yeah...just about now in the studio, I'm cooling out with Scratchmaster Rahiem, Andre the Giant, my DJ Mike Smooth, Shlomo on the engineering tip, my man DJ Premier from Gangstarr...We're

Wolf Wolf (Explicit) Three 6 Mafia

All you want, run your mouth in the street But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me [Verse One: Lord Infamous

Da Graveyard Big L

featuring Lord Finesse, Mic Nut, Jay-Z, Party Arty, Y.U. Intro: It's the number one crew in the area.

I Keep the Crowd Listening Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

Attention (Ladies and gentlemen) We have Lord Finesse (Yeah, it's him again. Why don't you get the place pumping, come on, say a little something!)

My Ruin Sixty Watt Shaman

MY RUIN Wretched red tooth and the claw The tables stick to the floor Dirty flies and stale tobacco And the price of my soul So fuck it all what's in store No remedy for the poor Fill my glass Against