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Correct Isn't He Something Lyrics
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Lord Finesse
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Correct Isn't He Something
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Once again it's the man with the flavor It's lord finesse so run and tell your neighbors So stop sleeping and check out the style I'm freaking I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatment Forget striking out, I'm hitting grand slams Taking opponents off the stage like the sandman After apollo I'm the one to follow now I kick the shit that biters can't swallow down Mics get lit up as soon as I get up Opponents I hit up, make em quit and want to give up I'm kicking a party like kung fu Snatching all the girls as soon as I say "one two" Brothers think I'm new, but they're dead for instance I was into rap before they could form a sentence I'm finally getting mine after coming up the far way So nowadays I just lounge and parlay I'm hip to music, whether jazz or country I'm the type to make anything sound funky I like to talk and shout and go and flow Ayo, some brothers just don't know That I can take on any played out wack style Rhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack vile I kick a rhyme as soon as you say when So hype on the mic, when I finish you say "amen" I'm not the type to go around fronting Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing "it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e" "all the party people say isn't he something" (repeat 2x) Here we go, it's the grand imperial With the hip material to blow your stereo I sound different and my shit be hitting It's the funky technician pay attention, listen I flow smoothly like a scene in a movie Girls that choose me say that I'm a cutie Rough like a fistfight when I'm holding this mic So keep your lips tight if you can't keep your shit tight You can't beat this, better yet top this I hold the crowd like saddam hold a hostage I get ferocious so I approach this The girls are sweet like the cream from a hostess Yeah, I keep the cash flow In a fight I throw the first and the last blow So those that's yakking you'd better be packing I catch a wreck like a whole mob attacking I flow with quickness, mc's are too slow to get this I preach on the mic like a jehovah's witness Give me a mic, watch me saw Not daddy kane or eddie murphy, but I get raw To different tempos, a fast or a slow one Me a wack mc? Well it takes one to know one Rhymes with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with this Or be about your business Always got something to keep the crowd jumping Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing "it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e" "all the party people say isn't he something" (repeat 4x) I get loose to make mc's step back Brothers try and diss me but I don't sweat that I'm able to stop a crew, pass any obsticle I'm not bobby brown, but I still wanna rock with you Smooth rap maestro, wild like a psycho Step to this and get sparked like a light show I flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes back to back Even with faster raps there's still more after that This is the funky technician and the one man Who burn mc's quicker than a suntan So the days of struggling, that's behind me, son I got some shit for that ass in '91 So step back as I flow onward, man Listen, I turn a house party into a concert Brothers biting pope, crazy rhymes I wrote I don't get mad, that just prove they take notes Suckers that lack this can't catch this or match this They need practice with they played out tactics I stand ahead of them, the smooth rap veteran Relieve any crowd like a dose of exederin When it comes to fights with mics I can hold mine First album was dope, second one should be a goldmine I make party people say "isn't he something" Cause yo, they don't call me lord finesse for nothing "it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e double s-e" "all the party people say isn't he something" (repeat 4x)
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