True And Livin'
You know the plan, gee,
I rip any mic you hand me
I been down, this ain't no mutha******
Brandy It's
Lord Finesse, yeah, you know it
It's that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics
You know I be slammin suckers
When I'm not on the mic,
I'm makin more moves than a dance instructor
I have no passion for rhymers
Nowadays I come with more styles than fa******on designers
Rappers be cold frontin
They like
Forrest Gump (Why?)
Them ******s don't know nothin
So watch how
I hit em In '95 and beyond
Lord Finesse is true and livin [ VERSE 2 ]
I don't have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools
I play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels
I get props and never fail, hops
The stuff
I'm deliverin you can't get in your mailbox
I won't sink the way my brain thinks
When it comes to crews,
I'm connected like a chain link
I'm out to make large figures
You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn't pull my ****** card, ******
I'm so bad with the vocab
That's only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half
I'm no stranger, more like danger
Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber
I get more props,
I'm raw, hops
With the sure shot that's guaranteed to make all you girls' drawers drop
So peep my funk style of rhythm
Word life, kid,
I'm true and livin [ VERSE 3 ]
Now it's the funkyman, and ******s can't see me
When I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti
Cause whether fast or somethin slow
I'm bad like
Michael Jackson, only thing is,
I'm ******, though
Hey Yo, so just save it
I'm one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite
That got astoundin rhymes
That'll make your grandmoms get up when
I decide to get down for mines
I make your whole platoon nervous
Tryin to get live,
I bring it to that ass like ****** room service
What you gonna do when
I hunt you down
You could have a freak on a
Ferris wheel, you still couldn't ****** around
This is how it goes when
Finesse raps
When brothers be sleepin on a ******, but
I don't stress that
It'as the man that be rappin clever
That's why
I'm gonna ******ne forever, like paddened leather
Have no fear,
I kick it simple and so clear
****** making your day,
I got some ******t for your whole year
I don't know why these crews be frontin
They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin nothin
I put ******s on curfews,
I hurt crews
My style is harder than the heel on ****** church shoes
Wanna wear my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come
I be true and livin
True And Livin'LRC歌词
You know the plan, gee,
I rip any mic you hand me
I been down, this ain't no mutha******
Brandy It's
Lord Finesse, yeah, you know it
It's that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics
You know I be slammin suckers
When I'm not on the mic,
I'm makin more moves than a dance instructor
I have no passion for rhymers
Nowadays I come with more styles than fa******on designers
Rappers be cold frontin
They like
Forrest Gump (Why?)
Them ******s don't know nothin
So watch how
I hit em In '95 and beyond
Lord Finesse is true and livin [ VERSE 2 ]
I don't have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools
I play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels
I get props and never fail, hops
The stuff
I'm deliverin you can't get in your mailbox
I won't sink the way my brain thinks
When it comes to crews,
I'm connected like a chain link
I'm out to make large figures
You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn't pull my ****** card, ******
I'm so bad with the vocab
That's only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half
I'm no stranger, more like danger
Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber
I get more props,
I'm raw, hops
With the sure shot that's guaranteed to make all you girls' drawers drop
So peep my funk style of rhythm
Word life, kid,
I'm true and livin [ VERSE 3 ]
Now it's the funkyman, and ******s can't see me
When I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti
Cause whether fast or somethin slow
I'm bad like
Michael Jackson, only thing is,
I'm ******, though
Hey Yo, so just save it
I'm one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite
That got astoundin rhymes
That'll make your grandmoms get up when
I decide to get down for mines
I make your whole platoon nervous
Tryin to get live,
I bring it to that ass like ****** room service
What you gonna do when
I hunt you down
You could have a freak on a
Ferris wheel, you still couldn't ****** around
This is how it goes when
Finesse raps
When brothers be sleepin on a ******, but
I don't stress that
It'as the man that be rappin clever
That's why
I'm gonna ******ne forever, like paddened leather
Have no fear,
I kick it simple and so clear
****** making your day,
I got some ******t for your whole year
I don't know why these crews be frontin
They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin nothin
I put ******s on curfews,
I hurt crews
My style is harder than the heel on ****** church shoes
Wanna wear my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come
I be true and livin
