Slave to My Soundwave Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage it Brothers run it, because they can't handle it Now MC's I amaze, shock and daze Just max -- you're a slave to my soundwave * Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave

Praise the Lord Lord Finesse

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

Baby, You Nasty Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

[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

Funky Technician Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

"Damn it feels good to see people up on it" (repeat 4X) Lord Finesse in effect cause I rhyme hard Look good flow smooth yeah the whole nine yard Wear and tear MC's that step near I make the girl

Here I Come Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

I got something to say, man" Lord Finesse is the brother who's talking And this is somethin funky to pump in your walkman So watch me, troop, and pay attention as I get down Get funky and kick some

Keep it Flowing Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

[Lord Finesse] Ladies and gentlemen, we have Lord Finesse and Andre the Giant here to get funky for you and yours tonight.

Hey Look at Shorty Lord Finesse

Yo Finesse, c'mere [LF] Yeah yeah, whassup?

Just a Little Something Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

[Lord Finesse] Yeah, peace Showbiz Since you got this beat goin I'ma drop somethin funky to this track Now I'm the constabulary, great in vocabulary I'm no joke, when up against any adversary

Bad Mutha Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

rated as food stamp You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?

I Keep the Crowd Listening Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

Attention (Ladies and gentlemen) We have Lord Finesse (Yeah, it's him again. Why don't you get the place pumping, come on, say a little something!)

Track the Movement Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

Finesse, now I'm smooth sensational Educational, here to awaken you On top of you, rocking you, here to get popular Me fall off?

Back to Back Rhyming Lord Finesse & DJ Mike Sm

[Finesse] Yeah...just about now in the studio, I'm cooling out with Scratchmaster Rahiem, Andre the Giant, my DJ Mike Smooth, Shlomo on the engineering tip, my man DJ Premier from Gangstarr...We're

Strictly for the Ladies Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

Yeah whatever, get yourself together Cause ain't nothing change with Finesse but the weather Trying to go all out baby?

Lesson to be Taught Lord Finesse and DJ Mike

Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher Here to preach a lesson to reach ya Brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews Think that I'm joking?

Kicking Flavor With My Man Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse] Yeah yeah, I got my motherfucking man in the house, you know what I'm saying?

Return of the Funky Man Lord Finesse

Chorus: (Mad brothers know his name) (Yeah, it's him again) Repeat 4x Lord Finesse got something for your eardrums Back on the scene, long time, no hear from It's the funky man, the brother with

Fuck 'Em Lord Finesse

- Big Daddy Kane (Repeat 4x) Me and the fellas, we used to be cool Until I got the fame, the girls, and the jewels Now I'm the big man, and they's the small cat The walk around saying (Ayo Finesse thinks

Party Over Here Lord Finesse

, kicking like Bruce Lee I make G's off a pen and some looseleaf I'm gone with the wind as soon as I begin And if my girl act funny, I bag her friend Cause I'm no joke when it comes to a rap tune

Ghetto Soundwave Fishbone

murder Policeman shoot down baby brother Shot him, shot him down in the street But did they know the mother's grief Were they sure they got the right one Did they know he was her only son A father tries to

O Lord Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse]Check it out, check it out [O.C.]What's goin on?

Broadcasting Live (Feat. Channel) (Lord Finesse Remix) DJ Cam

everybody Make it hot in this party Everybody dance now Don't know what's on your mind Yuh come fi have a good time Me waan yuh wine your waistline Me waan yuh shake your behind I'm in a dancing mood Gyal and

Slave Black Moon

it be fuckin with my soul I peeped how radio be trying to take control Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics But if it ain't real on the mic I can't feel it Straight from my bloodstream,

Yes You May Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse] Aw yeah, coming is my man Andre the Giant in the house, you know what I'm saying? I got my man Rhyme Inspector Percee P in the house.

Actual Facts Lord Finesse

dress Finesse called on me to bless I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter So let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed The tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a

Show 'Em How We Do Things Lord Finesse

I tear mics up while Rock rips the instrumental A part, so don't start up a seminar Cause we'll bust your ass word to God, you can send Allah My DJ's no joke, and I'm hype, folks So fuck around and get

Underworld Operations Lord Finesse

Chorus: Lord Finesse Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens (No doubt) Your opinion's different?

Speak Ya Peace Lord Finesse

(Speak the peace Then slide like grease) --> Dida (Rock to the beat, get wreck on the regular) --> Grap Lover (That's right) --> Biz Markie [ VERSE 1: Lord Finesse ] I'm real like

Gameplan Lord Finesse

I'm a slick type of nigga that like to lounge on the low (I be seeing you around) That's all dead I just swing and do my thing and lay low like the Feds Straight up real, no scam (So where your girl

Check the Method Lord Finesse

Finesse juniors Trying to get hype and rip mics They just imitators that can't quite get my shit right So won't y'all just face it That y'all sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift Wanna

I Like My Girls With a Boom Lord Finesse

(Look at shorty) (She's not my type) Finesse? (Yeah baby?) Oh it's like that now?

Set it Off Troop Lord Finesse

me to them other niggas And fuck the heresay Cause I hem a nigga up like motherfucking flare legs And brothers that's trash I crush 'em fast Straight up and down, fuck around and I'll bust that ass

Funky on the Fast Tip Lord Finesse

yet Ask any female, betcha she'll say I'm good That's why I'm Finesse, porno star of the neighborhood Yeah, cause I kick slicker raps It's Lord Finesse, so bow and tip your hat And make way, because

Brainstorm/P.S.K. Lord Finesse

You retreated when I gave out head for wars My microphone set is immensely brick wall Solid in and out you slept so now snore Who got my back, you ask Lord and BlastMaster Unorthodox, combinations

Save That Shit Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse #1] Yeah, what's up Finesse? [Lord Finesse #2] Aw yeah! What's up, money?

Flip Da Style Lord Finesse

[ 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

Soul Plan Lord Finesse

2x) Check it, it's the player to examine My thought patterns are deep like canyons A tough companion that women won't adandon That's my steelo, lyrics conquer the street like Nino Lay incognito

No Gimmicks Lord Finesse

[ KRS-One ] Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One Lyrical styles weigh a ton Lord Finesse, we know you got skills Come into the cypher and build Chill out, all MC I kill Come down [ VERSE 1:

Shorties Kaught in the System Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse] Check it.. It's all real in the nine-fo' Shorties kaught up in the system Just close your eyes..

Stop Sweating the Next Man Lord Finesse

"Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher" -> cut 4X [Lord Finesse] Y'all sweatin the next man, cause y'all think he's live Cause the gear he buy, or the car that he drive He's out your league

Food For Thought Lord Finesse

say he was so chopped And brothers around the way wasn't tryin to give him no props He was quiet, he used to lounge and play the smooth role Brothers tried to diss him, he ain't sweat it, it was cool

Finesse Bruno Mars

you (When I’m walking with you) I watch the whole room change (I watch the whole room change) Baby that’s what you do (Baby that’s what you do) No my baby don’t play (No) Blame it on my

Hip 2 Da Game Lord Finesse

[ CHORUS ] I'm hip to the game (right) I'll always be the same (true) Cause whether I'm broke or got fame Sunshine or rain Ain't a damn thing changed [ VERSE 1 ] Finesse fell off, that's what

Ghetto Gospel Killer Mike

And I'm seeking on the edge of my bed holding my head Trying to make this cake like a baker And get some bread My mama said hustlin' does come with fed Time do the crime you better be prepared For

Finesse Bruno Mars (브루노 마스)

baby, don't play Blame it on my confidence Oh, blame it on your measurements Shut that shit down on sight That's right We out here drippin' in finesse It don't make no sense Out here drippin'

Three MC's And One DJ Beastie Boys

to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get noice

O Freedom Chris Rice

Oh freedom Oh freedom Oh freedom over me And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free No more weeping No more weeping No more weeping over me And before I'd be

Happy Birthday Mike Jones

Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones If its your birthday, then happy birthday If its your birthday, then happy birthday Mike Jones!

Mike T's Funky Scratch Comptons' Most Wanted

Scratching Suckas, pack up your shit, And all your bunk DJ equipment. Your ass is 187 when my boy is bent. So be prepared to be measured for a coffin.

Love Slave Knoc-Turn'al

[Knoc-Turn'Al & DJ Quik (Talking)] K: What up Quik? D: 'Ey Knoc K: What up? D: I'm just trippin' off of how you sound to this beat, man!

Oh Freedom 장근희

Oh, freedom over me And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free Oh, Freedom! Oh, Freedom!