Lord Finesse - Praise the Lord lyrics

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

I kick rhymes with beats that slam with force

I'm so gifted my name should be Santa Claus

Cause I flow in fact I got the better show

I'm the baddest motherfucker that you'll ever know

I get hype and live on a party tip

I kick more ass than the star of a karate flick

So just chill, don't even play yourself

Grab a seat watch Finesse, behave yourself

I school MC's on the R-A-P scoop

If you wanna diss me that's OK with me troop

I finish the album, I'm still kickin new shit

So step to this you'll get snapped like a toothpick

And those who think, Finesse is in last place

You gets the bozack AND the motherfuckin Gas Face

Yeah, keep your distance

Bite one rhyme I'll be forced to put a fist in action

or motion, cause I've got the potion

My frame of mind is deep like the ocean

Call me Jaws because I'm eatin yours

or call me a star because I go on tours

or call me Swift because it ain't no myth

A brother got a rift then I'm forced to lift

that means kill deceased when a brother got a beef

I swell up eyes or I knock out teeth

Now you can't beat this or even get with this

Watch Mike Smooth spin it back with the quickness

* DJ Mike Smooth cuts n scratches *

[Lord Finesse]

Make way for the brother called Finesse

The man with the S on his chest, can't even mess

with the player, funky rhyme sayer

I make crazy paper, whenever I kick the flavor

Attract or I'll rag it, shit gets dramatic

Suckers had it, bitches cling like static

I'm a brother that people wanna see more

MC'sll get rode up and down like a see-saw

or played like blackjack as I kick a fat rap

Those that're rude or intrude'll get a backslap

Cause I get raw, or smooth like Camay

Fuckin plan B! I'm gettin over with plan A!

I can show and prove why brothers can't last with me

.. as soon as the mic gets passed to me

Y'all need to chill, cause y'all over the hill

MC's that can't deal need to leave the field

.. and head for the back door

Cause if it wasn't a Lord Finesse, then who would you clap for?

Don't let your friends soup you up and gas you

Cause I fuck you up, and kick your crew ass too

I stand superior, from here to Siberia

That's why when I'm around, brothers leave the area

I'm the type to wreck a show, scoop then sex a hoe

Then I cool the fuck out like a eskimo

So hold on, better yet you better hang on

Shit, I break a motherfucker like a crayon

Punks who don't know, you know I'm gonna school em

They touch my mic, they got a ass-whippin comin to em

Cause I get raw off a bass drum

I make strong moves but shit, I never fake none

The smooth celebrity, none is ahead of me

You say you're sorry, well you damn well better be

I get raw, I'm not the type to slip and fall

when I get up and perform my shit for y'all

I'm not havin it, I wish a nigga would answer me

I flip faster than a brother on a trampoline

Set it off real quick, drop the crazy ill shit

So stop sweatin me, get off the dilznick

I'm waitin for those, who wanna flip

Cause this ain't as funky as I'm gonna get

On a fast tip, I still drop the mad shit

Come one come all, step up, you'll get your ass whipped

When it comes to skills I'm all that plus more

Throw your hands in the air, and praise the Lord

* DJ Mike Smooth cuts n scratches