Flip Da Style Lyrics by Lord Finesse

Flip Da Style Lyrics

    [ verse 1 ]
    Aw shit now, word spreads around when i get down
    I rip clowns, i make niggas wanna skip town
    Lord finesse got the rough raps, fuck that
    When i do my thing, i come off like a hub cap
    I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man
    I slide up in chicks like a diafram
    (you can't murder me, you better recognize) people heard of me
    I say the shit that get you open like surgery
    I'm so def, i catch wreck with no sweat
    When i rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next
    With the mic i'm royal, see
    You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me
    Don't be silly and try to kill me
    Soundin like milli vanilli, i smoke your ass like a philly
    I rap with force when i'm kickin my facts across
    The shit i kick is hotter than tabasco sauce
    Don't try to ruin me or talk about doin me
    (why?) i got shit that'll spark your whole community
    So lounge and peep the deal
    (cause i'm one muthafucka you don't have to tell keep it real)

    Brothers don't know i can (flip the style)
    I'm out to make dough, kid (flip the style)
    Come to my show, so i can (flip the style)
    Check the flow, yo (just flip the style)
    Can i do my thing, kid? (flip the style)
    I'm ready to swing, yo (flip the stlye)
    I got rap on a string, kid (flip the style)
    Just gimme your ring when i (just flip the style)

    [ verse 2 ]
    I get attention like a lexus, girls wanna sex this
    Play rappers like tetris, eat em like breakfast
    Think you're nice? boy, you better be, you know my pedigree
    I'm on the rise like afros in the 70s
    I keep money, i freak honeys, i represent the streets, sonny
    You know my style, don't sleep, money
    I put it on like sneakers, it's the smooth speaker
    Peace to krs-one, that's the teacher
    Now let me hit you with this line i drive, this rhyme's fly
    This is how it goes down in the '95
    That's right, because i said it, don't sweat it, kid
    Don't think i'm nice? well, i am, so give me credit, kid
    I wreck niggas, collect figures
    Yo, i'm like aretha franklin - all i want is some respect, nigga
    I drop facts when i rock raps over hot tracks
    That's why niggas be on my dick like a jock strap
    Bring the best, i get with him
    Even deaf people be sayin, "i heard that kid got some shit with him"
    None could diss this or rip this, for instance
    Give me a cordless mic, i beat a rapper long-distance
    Crews i run through, won't fall or fumble
    You can get done, too, don't let me catch you on the humble
    Niggas don't like me, but that's aight, gee
    Brothers act sheisty, that's why i play the crib with the wifey
    One of the best, don't compare me to none of the rest
    Straight up and down, word life you can't fuck with finesse

    Shit sound hype, yo (flip the style)
    It's only right that i (flip the style)
    Pass the mic, so i can (flip the style)
    I got my flow down tight, kid (just flip the style)
    I got the skills to make papes, yo (flip the style)
    I gotta set em straight, kid (flip the style)
    I bet diggin' in the crates can (flip the style)
    I got moves to make, yo (just flip the style)

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