"Man Oh Man. The Boy Done Found Something Funky And



Don't Know What To Do. I Think You Should Set It Off



Right Now. Set It Off."




I'm A Get Paid For The 1990's



I Don't Care Who Likes Me Or Who Stands Behind Me



The Man To Peep Off A Week So Don't Sleep



>From Shades To Streets I Still Go One Deep



Save That Off The Wall Bullshit You Can Have Son



Fuck Around Grab The Mic You Catch A Bad One



I Come Corect And Strapped To Bust The Ill Raps



Me Take A Loss To Who? You Oughta Kill That



Back Up, Slap Up, Give A Brother Some Head Room



Hype On The Mic, Amazing In The Bedroom



Girls Like Me Because I'm Straight And Don't Sidestep



I Do Shit Jack Lalaine Ain't Tried Yet



Ask Any Female, Betcha She'll Say I'm Good



That's Why I'm Finesse, Porno Star Of The Neighborhood



Yeah, Cause I Kick Slicker Raps



It's Lord Finesse, So Bow And Tip Your Hat



And Make Way, Because I Get Plenty Say



Those Who Don't Like Me, I Don't Give A Shit Anyway



When It Comes To Lyrics, I Always Find Something



To Make Brothers Press The Rewind Button



I'm A Get Mine, Rappers What You Gonna Do?



Cause You Couldn't See Me If You Wanted To



Get Who You Want, Shit You Can Call The Cops



But For Now, I'm Getting All My Props



I Reign Terror, Whatever's Clever



I'm Cooler Than The Mack And Shaft Put Together



So Chill, Don't Try To Get Ill, Dummy



Me Get Stomped By Who? Be For Real, Money



I'm Not Having It So Run And Get Your Best Groups



You See Why They Call Me Lord Finesse, Troop



I Eat Em Like Sandwiches, Send Them Home In Bandages



Give Me A Mic, I Show You What Doing Damage Is



Nice Swift And, Deeper Than Quicksand



I'm Taking Out