Текст песни Lord Finesse f A.G. - Fat For The 90`s
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[Finesse]Suckas out there better pray and shout for helpWhen it comes to skills on the mic, I`m out for selfFinesse is dangerous, so those who came to fussWill fuck around and get smoked like angel dustSwift with the gift when I`m dropping my shitI do shows, collect the dough, grab a hoe, then I splitI`m not the brother to riff and get raw withI grab the mic and get funky as dog shitMany try to bore me and harm meSo what you got an army? You`re all washed up like laundryIt`s Lord Finesse, the rap phenomenomI take this more serious than a Muslim do RhamadanI get loose and stop brothers with the quicknessI`m so cool I put fans out of businessSuckas try to to copy and beat meThey try to see me, but it`s not that easyThey should take shit slowly, becase they don`t know meI`m on the down low, that means I play low keyBut at a party, I`m quick to rag a micAnd brothers can`t see me with a satelliteSo those who want to battle me, step up lively"A bad motherfucker" is a few words to describe meI raise instead of sinking, I use my head for thinkingI`m leaving opponents all dead and stinkingI kick game, I got more than a small rapI drop facts on tracks, shit I`m all thatWhether foreign or American, I come better thanAny specialist or any rap veteranI`m a brother with skills and a good repThat`s why all the players want to follow my footstepsSo when you hear me, don`t comepare me to all the restThey might be good, but they ain`t fucking with Lord FinesseWhether you`re old or a rapper with a new nameI`ll bust that ass and send you home on the 2 TrainSo don`t come here looking for a bargain, troopI get looser than a freak in a jogging suitI`m quick to send a nigga home in stitchesDon`t sing and dance, but I still get the bitchesSo don`t ever diss the smooth rap terroristI get paid each year to come back and write better shitMe getting done? Now that`s a hot oneIt`s like throwing a rock at a man with a shotgunThen you wonder why rappers get murdered fastThey talking trast but yet haven`t heard the halfThey don`t understand itCause I`m living gigantic, and I`m the best, goddammitNow you know who`s on who`s jockWhen it comes to rhyming I get funkier than an old pair of tube socksYou can`t fuck with Finesse, palAnd when I`m done with ya, send your man for the next roundAndre the Giant, tell me how ya living(Get on down to the old slick rhythm)[A.G.]You said I wasn`t ready, joke`s on you, JackBecause I`m the Giant, but before it was "Who`s that?"I don`t get girls that`s hard to imagineYou be pulling witches, I get the bitches from the beauty pagentIt ain`t hard to tell, ain`t had enough yet?Cause you`re wet and I still haven`t bust a sweatI`m a fat cat, you`re just a kittenLeaving chumps in a slump, because the punks ain`t hittingYou`re low budget, and my skills are so ruggedI make peace, but you wanna keep beef, so fuck itRound up the best MC`s and confront meOne on one, they gets done, they better jump meMe against your crew, now that`s a fair fightMe get done one on one? Yeah rightCome on and face realityI get hype and pull out a can of brutalityYou`ll get knocked in the first round, you won`t even get to bragAnd ask your girl "Do the Giant got the gift of gab?"Slit her off, hit her off on the first dateSex, no lies, and plenty of videotapeWhy didn`t you step, yeah you had the chanceTo face an avalanche, but you`d rather danceCause you know the consequencesTo anybody that`s comp but just romp and stomp them senselessCause I speak with a hypertoneThe baddest motherfucker to ever hold a microphoneThe mic`s in my hands, raise your arms, GodMe and Finesse on the same team? Come on, that`s a bomb squadGot the things that`s wanted by every girlMack daddy without the Caddy or the jheri curlsYou got game like me? I doubt itThey say pimping ain`t easy...what`s so hard about it?In front of crowds to get lots of cheersHe`s Finesse, I`m A.G. and I`m the fuck up out of hereYeah, fat for the 90`s, money