Funky On The Fast Tip - Lord Finesse

"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