Lord Finesse - Flip Da Style - Sözleri

[ verse 1 ]

Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get down

I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip town

Lord finesse got the rough raps, fuck that

When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap

I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man

I slide up in chicks like a diafram

(you can't murder me, you better recognize) people heard of me

I say the shit that get you open like surgery

I'm so def, I catch wreck with no sweat

When I rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next

With the mic I'm royal, see

You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me

Don't be silly and try to kill me

Soundin like milli vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly

I rap with force when I'm kickin my facts across

The shit I kick is hotter than tabasco sauce

Don't try to ruin me or talk about doin me

(why? ) I got shit that'll spark your whole community

So lounge and peep the deal

(cause I'm one muthafucka you don't have to tell keep it real)



Brothers don't know I can (flip the style)

I'm out to make dough, kid (flip the style)

Come to my show, so I can (flip the style)

Check the flow, yo (just flip the style)

Can I do my thing, kid? (flip the style)

I'm ready to swing, yo (flip the stlye)

I got rap on a string, kid (flip the style)

Just gimme your ring when I (just flip the style)



[ verse 2 ]

I get attention like a lexus, girls wanna sex this

Play rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast

Think you're nice? boy, you better be, you know my pedigree

I'm on the rise like afros in the 70s

I keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonny

You know my style, don't sleep, money

I put it on like sneakers, it's the smooth speaker

Peace to krs-one, that's the teacher

Now let me hit you with this line I drive, this rhyme's fly

This is how it goes down in the '95

That's right, because I said it, don't sweat it, kid

Don't think I'm nice? well, I am, so give me credit, kid

I wreck niggas, collect figures

Yo, I'm like aretha franklin - all I want is some respect, nigga

I drop facts when I rock raps over hot tracks

That's why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap

Bring the best, I get with him

Even deaf people be sayin, "i heard that kid got some shit with him"

None could diss this or rip this, for instance

Give me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance

Crews I run through, won't fall or fumble

You can get done, too, don't let me catch you on the humble

Niggas don't like me, but that's aight, gee

Brothers act sheisty, that's why I play the crib with the wifey

One of the best, don't compare me to none of the rest

Straight up and down, word life you can't fuck with finesse



Shit sound hype, yo (flip the style)

It's only right that I (flip the style)

Pass the mic, so I can (flip the style)

I got my flow down tight, kid (just flip the style)

I got the skills to make papes, yo (flip the style)

I gotta set em straight, kid (flip the style)

I bet diggin' in the crates can (flip the style)

I got moves to make, yo (just flip the style)










		
			



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