Текст песни Lord Finesse - Isn`t He Something
Lord Finesse - Isn`t He Something слова песни
Once again it`s the man with the flavorIt`s Lord Finesse so run and tell your neighborsSo stop sleeping and check out the style I`m freakingI stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatmentForget striking out, I`m hitting grand slamsTaking opponents off the stage like the SandmanAfter Apollo I`m the one to follow nowI kick the shit that biters can`t swallow downMics get lit up as soon as I get upOpponents I hit up, make em quit and want to give upI`m kicking a party like kung fuSnatching all the girls as soon as I say "One two"Brothers think I`m new, but they`re dead for instanceI was into rap before they could form a sentenceI`m finally getting mine after coming up the far waySo nowadays I just lounge and parlayI`m hip to music, whether jazz or countryI`m the type to make anything sound funkyI like to talk and shout and go and flowAyo, some brothers just don`t knowThat I can take on any played out wack styleRhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack vileI kick a rhyme as soon as you say whenSo hype on the mic, when I finish you say "Amen"I`m not the type to go around frontingAyo, 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 imperialWith the hip material to blow your stereoI sound different and my shit be hittingIt`s the Funky Technician pay attention, listenI flow smoothly like a scene in a movieGirls that choose me say that I`m a cutieRough like a fistfight when I`m holding this micSo keep your lips tight if you can`t keep your shit tightYou can`t beat this, better yet top thisI hold the crowd like Saddam hold a hostageI get ferocious so I approach thisThe girls are sweet like the cream from a HostessYeah, I keep the cash flowIn a fight I throw the first and the last blowSo those that`s yakking you`d better be packingI catch a wreck like a whole mob attackingI flow with quickness, MC`s are too slow to get thisI preach on the mic like a Jehovah`s WitnessGive me a mic, watch me sawNot Daddy Kane or Eddie Murphy, but I get rawTo different tempos, a fast or a slow oneMe a wack MC? Well it takes one to know oneRhymes with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with thisOr be about your businessAlways got something to keep the crowd jumpingAyo, 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 backBrothers try and diss me but I don`t sweat thatI`m able to stop a crew, pass any obsticleI`m not Bobby Brown, but I still wanna rock with youSmooth rap maestro, wild like a psychoStep to this and get sparked like a light showI flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes back to backEven with faster raps there`s still more after thatThis is the Funky Technician and the one manWho burn MC`s quicker than a suntanSo the days of struggling, that`s behind me, sonI got some shit for that ass in `91So step back as I flow onward, manListen, I turn a house party into a concertBrothers biting pope, crazy rhymes I wroteI don`t get mad, that just prove they take notesSuckers that lack this can`t catch this or match thisThey need practice with they played out tacticsI stand ahead of them, the smooth rap veteranRelieve any crowd like a dose of ExederinWhen it comes to fights with mics I can hold mineFirst album was dope, second one should be a goldmineI 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)