[Lord Finesse] Yeah, peace Showbiz Since you got this beat goin I'mma drop somethin funky to this track Now I'm the constabulary, great in vocabulary I'm no joke, when up against any adversary Nifty rowdy, best not crowd me I snuff MC's, I step off and be audi Wax and tax ya, comin straight at ya Your girl I snatch her, cause I'm no bachelor Don't roll up, I got the mic sewed up, cause I'mma grown up Me sound wack? Wait up, hold up I'm fresh and no half-stepper, and I bet ya Mess with me, you'll be leavin on a stretcher Nasty fancy, rap vigilante Get funky on the mic cause it comes in handy You can't stomp this, mission accomplished I burn MC's, and I leave em unconcious Mystical magical, I'm quite rational Tell me now, am I little too fast for you? Smashin dashin, swift and long lastin Bust the move, cause I'm far from old fashioned I educate the society, keep the girls eyein me Change up, switch up, rhymes for my variety I'ma, fiendish genius, a rap confederate Call me the Lord, King, or better yet Lyrical artistical, cause I'm original I'm Lord Finesse, the funky individual Take my advice, think once or twice I get stupid crazy nice with a mic device Now, I say the hype rhymes, make you wanna bite mine It's eighty-nine and now is the right time To get hype a microphone maestro I could drink a 40 but still sound nice though Picture it, figure it, could never be illiterate Light and smoke MC's like a cigarette I'm on the mic with my DJ on the one and two Mike Smooth, tell me what you gonna do.. Yeah, I wanna give the special shout out To the 163rd Forest Posse To the brother Showbiz, my man Andre the Giant To the brother 40 Ounce, my DJ Mike Smooth Master Rob, Diamond D, Force One and Two Gizmo the Magician To my man Big Tone and Big Joe Harry O on the ABC Crew Last but not least Peace to all brothers from the Hill Max on out..