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 together like a stupid mad scientist

In a laboratory, I'm a brother with a badder story

Lord Finesse stand tops in my category

MC's are petrified with nowhere left to hide

I slay a rapper and go: "What's up, who's next to try?

I ain't havin it, poetical graduate

And me get whipped by who? Imagine it

MC's are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me

I'm the man ladies break they neck to see

Highly explosive and nothin to joke with

Cause I can get funky on a fast or the slow tip

Cause I'm badder, but it doesn't matter

Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a

Booty MC who dares try to play me

Cause even the ladies tell me (You nasty, baby)



[VERSE 4]

I rock the science and drop the math

And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts & Crafts

Foes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragile

Release more words than in three games of Scrabble

MC Lord Finesse, I reign with supremacy

I take one, two, or a team of three

Or ten of em cause I could never sound feminine

When gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemen

Remarkable, I came to rock the show

Wax MC's like a bottle of Mopping Glow

Lord of rap, and many can't afford to snap

And I throw and score like a quarterback

Shoot for the touchdown, I'm from Uptown

Lord Finesse in effect, so what's up now?

Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectly

A swift genius, but no need to worship me

I remain hot to make your brain drop

Cause I'm a river, and you're just a raindrop

Bronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dum

Brothers be runnin just to dial 911

Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now

My pockets stay fat like a goose down

I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane

Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane

Fix it, balance it cause I'm talented

I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it

I can get nifty, funky, or even fancy

(Baby that's nasty)

I know, but yo, let's just flow

Cause fast or slow I still get the dough

And the ladies to cheer and praise me

And tell me when I rhyme (You nasty, baby