Back to Back Rhyming

Lord Finesse - Back to Back Rhyming

[Finesse]

Yeah...just about now in the studio, I'm cooling out with

Scratchmaster

Rahiem, Andre the Giant, my DJ Mike Smooth, Shlomo on the

engineering

tip, my man DJ Premier from Gangstarr...We're gonna kick this

off

something funky for this track, know what I'm saying?

Now when it comes to rhymes, I'll drop a swift one

('They'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - Rakim)

I'm the rap senator, ake about ten of ya

The best MC on the southeast perimeter

Equipped to flip with the slip of a lip

So dance, hop, or skip or shake your hips

Cause I'll wax and tax, eat ya up like a Kit Kat

Don't even riff back, I ain't with that

Skillful sharp with the words of an index

Spark and glow MC's like Windex

Swifter, faster, microphone master

Lord Finesse writes rhymes by the chapter

Adapt to rap but I won't even break yet

So damn hype that I might blow your tape deck

Full grown, stoned to the bone

Write rhymes and poems just to get known

Superior sargeant, take your whole squadren

Toast MC's, eat em up with margin

Cause I'm smart like Einstein, I say the fly lines

I get funky while you play the sidelines

Here to take care of you, never sound terrible

Ready equipped, cause I'm always available

To rag, snag, and rip the mic

Cause me and Dre will get ya hyped

On top in rank and I plan to stay there

The funkiest poet out since Shakespeare

Take note of this soloist, cause I'm a pro at this

Even make the crippled want to get up and go to this

Now MC's try to get rid of me

But, I won't fall in negativity

Cause I'm well respected, Lord that's majestic

Rhymes are written by thoughts that's selected

Released in public, but not as a subject

Many are below it but not quite above it

Dre my brother, drop the know how

One, two three, here we go now

[A.G.]

Finesse, it's my turn to kick a swift one

('They'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - Rakim)

You know an MC, well tell him to hybernate

Cause Dre Smooth is flowing at a liver rate

You knock em out the box, I'm knocking niggas out

You fear the Giant, well money live it out

I'm not a punk, far from a chump

You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunk

I'm dropping math, science, and all that other shit

Step in the studio, it's just another hit

Take about ten from beginning to end

Don't mean to brag, but I am what I am

And that's a mean machine, a dream machine

You say, "Golly Polly, Dre's a jolly green

Giant" and you're not half or even semi

You say "Is he?" I say "Am I?"

The one you fear cause it's near

The time for your death so step to the rear

Now get off, let off, step off cause you're soft

Stop blushing i'm rushing/Russian like Mikael Gorbechov

Special tactics, you can't hack this

Brothers ain't half stepping, they're walking backwards

You can't get near, if you do, you're near here

Stepping to me like a man in a wheelchair

Pressure's like a new pearl, you're in a new world

I run with just a pen like a Catholic schoolgirl

Back in the first grade, thought you had it made

Got a tounge twister to catch a tounge blister

Sally sells seashells down by the seashore

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck more

No more twisters, for blisters Blistex

Now you're confused, you what's this, what's next

Tables rotate, you will go rate

Try to locate, but Dre won't negotiate

Slaughter toys say boys what's the science

You shugged your shoulders and quote "Andre's a Giant"

[Finesse]

Yeah, that was crazy funky. Yo, like I said, we two brothers

just getting

crazy funky in the studio and we gonna drop it like this...see

ya!