Slave To My Soundwave - Lord Finesse And DJ Mike Smooth

[Lord Finesse] 
Hear the crowd  and get the stage set 
You still got time  so put a tape in your tape deck 
Sit down  relax  as I drop facts 
Rhymes attract the crowd once I got em down pat 
I'm teachin the masses  join up for classes 
You're blind to the truth  so I'ma get you some glasses 
Cause as I flow  my rep start to grow 
And brothers don't diss me  cause they all know 
That I can get raw and hang with the rest of em 
Brothers be frontin, but Finesse'll be testin em 
As I rhyme, and strive for perfection 
It used to be mics, now it's girls I'm collectin 
Mike Smooth is on the Wheels of Fortune 
You don't want none so proceed with caution 
Clap along, you didn't know that I was that strong 
to kick a rap song on top of a platform 
A stage, when I speak I bring rage, shoot 
I kick my rhymes from page to page 
Get em down pat, when it's time for a hype track 
I don't scheme, cause I ain't livin like that 
I don't front when it's time for a autograph 
A Grammy award for rap is what I oughta have 
made up, cause I ate up, most the comp' 
Set up a beat, and watch me stomp 
like a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troop 
Do I keep the loot? 
Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage it 
Brothers run it, because they can't handle it 
Now MC's I amaze, shock and daze 
Just max -- you're a slave to my soundwave 

* Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" * 

[Lord Finesse] 
Now I'm a brother, who is far from booty 
It's Lord Finesse, the MC and yours truly 
who will take your girl just like a known crook 
All I need is a mic and a phonebook 
Yo, I go on deep, don't