Baby You Nasty - Lord Finesse And DJ Mike Smooth

[VERSE 1] 
Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear 
I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere 
I'm spectacular  so damn terrifyin 
That wack MC's don't think about ever tryin 
To dis or flip cause what it boils down to 
You won't survive to step to me in round 2 
I stand and expand like a great man 
And swing a party like Tarzan the apeman 
Say rhymes that are necessary  make em extra-scary 
Watch Finesse and take notes like a secretary 
I get furious, display experience 
Lord Finesse is nasty, period 

(You nasty, baby) 

[VERSE 2] 
Lord Finesse in effect with the master rap 
And I flip on the mic like a acrobat 
I won't fret, step, but I'll make a rep 
Usin vinyl wax, or a tape cassette 
Think I'm weak? Take your next look 
And get schooled and read like a textbook 
Cause I'm the better man, and I never ran 
MC beat me? I give credit to whoever can 
Cause I terrify, scare, and horrify 
Couldn't win against me if you let your father try 
Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply 
Me and Mike get with it cause we both are fly 
Lyrical lecture, word architecture 
Rap director, the best in my sector 
Microphone cool chief releasin the smooth speech 
I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf 

(You nasty, baby) 

[VERSE 3] 
Lyrical summary, there's only one of me 
Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be 
Cause I can get funky and smooth like cashmere 
And slay a rapper with rhymes I said last year 
So don't try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin me 
I break you physically and emotionally 
So damn fly at this, so don't even try to dis 
Put rhymes tog