Praise The Lord Lyrics by Lord Finesse

Praise The Lord Lyrics


    This is not a classroom, so put your hands down
    Aww fuck it, let me tell you who i am now
    Finesse is my nickname, the way that i kick game
    Girls don't try to figure me out, cause it's a dick thang
    I kick rhymes, with beats that slam with force
    I'm so gifted my name should be santa claus
    Cause i flow, in fact i got the better show
    I'm the baddest motherfucker that you'll ever know
    I get hype and live on a party tip
    I kick more ass than the star of a karate flick
    So just chill, don't even play yourself
    Grab a seat watch finesse, behave yourself
    I school mc's on the r-a-p scoop
    If you wanna diss me that's ok with me troop
    I finish the album, i'm still kickin new shit
    So step to this you'll get snapped like a toothpick
    And those who think, finesse is in last place
    You gets the bozack and the motherfuckin gas face
    Yeah, keep your distance
    Bite one rhyme i'll be forced to put a fist in action
    Or motion, cause i've got the potion
    My frame of mind is deep like the ocean
    Call me jaws because i'm eatin yours
    Or call me a star because i go on tours
    Or call me swift because it ain't no myth
    A brother got a rift then i'm forced to lift
    That means kill deceased when a brother got a beef
    I swell up eyes or i knock out teeth
    Now you can't beat this or even get with this
    Watch mike smooth spin it back with the quickness

    * dj mike smooth cuts n scratches *

    [lord finesse]
    Make way for the brother called finesse
    The man with the s on his chest, can't even mess
    With the player, funky rhyme sayer
    I make crazy paper, whenever i kick the flavor
    Attract or i'll rag it, shit gets dramatic
    Suckers had it, bitches cling like static
    I'm a brother that people wanna see more
    Mc'sll get rode up and down like a see-saw
    Or played like blackjack as i kick a fat rap
    Those that're rude or intrude'll get a backslap
    Cause i get raw, or smooth like camay
    Fuckin plan b! i'm gettin over with plan a!
    I can show and prove why brothers can't last with me
    .. as soon as the mic gets passed to me
    Y'all need to chill, cause y'all over the hill
    Mc's that can't deal need to leave the field
    .. and head for the back door
    Cause if it wasn't a lord finesse, then who would you clap for?
    Don't let your friends soup you up and gas you
    Cause i fuck you up, and kick your crew ass too
    I stand superior, from here to siberia
    That's why when i'm around, brothers leave the area
    I'm the type to wreck a show, scoop then sex a hoe
    Then i cool the fuck out like a eskimo
    So hold on, better yet you better hang on
    Shit, i break a motherfucker like a crayon
    Punks who don't know, you know i'm gonna school em
    They touch my mic, they got a ass-whippin comin to em
    Cause i get raw off a bass drum
    I make strong moves but shit, i never fake none
    The smooth celebrity, none is ahead of me
    You say you're sorry, well you damn well better be
    I get raw, i'm not the type to slip and fall
    When i get up and perform my shit for y'all
    I'm not havin it, i wish a nigga would answer me
    I flip faster than a brother on a trampoline
    Set it off real quick, drop the crazy ill shit
    So stop sweatin me, get off the dilznick
    I'm waitin for those, who wanna flip
    Cause this ain't as funky as i'm gonna get
    On a fast tip, i still drop the mad shit
    Come one come all, step up, you'll get your ass whipped
    When it comes to skills i'm all that plus more
    Throw your hands in the air, and praise the lord

    * dj mike smooth cuts n scratches *

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