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lord finesse - flip da style lyrics

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[ verse 1 ]
aw sh-t now, word spreads around when i get down
i rip clowns, i make n-gg-s wanna skip town
lord finesse got the rough raps, f-ck that
when i do my thing, i come off like a hub cap
i put sh-t 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 sh-t 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 -ss like a philly
i rap with force when i’m kickin my facts across
the sh-t i kick is hotter than tabasco sauce
don’t try to ruin me or talk about doin me
(why? ) i got sh-t that’ll spark your whole community
so lounge and peep the deal
(cause i’m one m-th-f-cka 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 s-x 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 n-gg-s, collect figures
yo, i’m like aretha franklin – all i want is some respect, n-gg-
i drop facts when i rock raps over hot tracks
that’s why n-gg-s be on my d-ck like a jock strap
bring the best, i get with him
even deaf people be sayin, “i heard that kid got some sh-t 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
n-gg-s 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 f-ck with finesse

sh-t sound hype, yo (flip the style)
it’s only right that i (flip the style)
p-ss 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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