Lord Finesse

Lord Finesse - Underworld Operations lyrics

Chorus: Lord Finesse

Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens

(No doubt) Your opinion's different?

Well man listen, players front the role

And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)

Verse One: Lord Finesse

Check out the elite player that keeps flavor

Producer, beat layer caters spectators to street data

Real-life portrayer, rap sayer legit like tax payers

Behavior's cool like sax players

Conservative, it's all real, no preservatives

God bless the illest player you ever heard of, kid

Smooth as margarine, got the squadron, shit

Don't front, I'll catch you on the rebound like Dennis Rodman

Chorus: Marquee

Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)

No time to be chasing a broke nigga

Get on your job, you can keep those short figures

'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)

Verse Two: Marquee

Marquee, like a diamond, shining, the light is blinding

And many niggas want to fill this light hymen

Nah men with the biggest teeth (Why?) Cause his chick is me

Got him hooked, like smokers are to nicotine

Queens mommy, keep the skeletons behind me

Find me at universities scooping degrees with my mommy

Rap's profoundness, slouches I out and out diss

Skills be mountainous, so what you know about this?

Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee

Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens

(No doubt) Your opinion's different?

Well man listen, players front the role

And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)

Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)

No time to be chasing a broke nigga

Get on your job, you can keep those short figures

'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)

Verse Three: Marquee

No wasting time, money bitch state of mind

We on top of shit, ain't the generous kind

Want to owning homes, money loan like the Rolling Stones

Corleones, staying blown off of flowing poems

Expanding, keeping Knots like Landing

Eating steaks and salmon thinking of ways to scamming

Damn if I ain't taking it, niggas flashing paper

Trying to real me in, but a snake and I'll partake in

Legal robberies, Henny flowing through my arteries

Cloud my vision, controlling every part of me

Official ties and links moves mind, body, and sinks

Don't talk before I think, distraught before you blink

Flawless performance, game enormous

Bet you never met a shorty with this endurance

Run with crime picks and fine chicks who specialize in mind tricks

You got a good man? You'd better watch him in '96

Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee

Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)

No time to be chasing a broke nigga

Get on your job, you can keep those short figures

'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)

Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens

(No doubt) Your opinion's different?

Well man listen, players front the role

And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)

Verse Four: Lord Finesse

Lyrical invasions, blazing, got you gazing

So amazing, break down opponents like equasions

The stunning, weigh about a hundred eighty something

I see you coming, on your toes, kid, you lunching

Stop fronting, and trash that till you drop like a bad habit

I'll have you folding like a Craftmatic

Smooth as satin, this player's patented

Be in the Himalayan caverns with some chickens playing Sega Saturn

Keep papes like the amount won in sweepstakes

Guaranteed every year to take triple what the police make

Large, Fort Knox size, if I'm not rolling like a rock slide

I'm laying in the cut like peroxide

Colossal, soulful like gospels

Spiritual, so follow the Lord like apostles

I gots to clock dough, rock shows, I mock foes

Drop flows that's deep like fucking potholes

Supreme being, the one you hear but rarely seeing

Out to hustle, strictly money like the Koreans

Out to pile money, that's my style sonny

While you foul honeys be lucky to get a Coke and a smile from me

Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee

Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens

(No doubt) Your opinion's different?

Well man listen, players front the role

And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)

Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)

No time to be chasing a broke nigga

Get on your job, you can keep those short figures

'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)

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