Awakening

[ verse 1 ]
You know the plan, gee, i rip any mic you hand me
I been down, this ain't no muthafuckin 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 fashion designers
Rappers be cold frontin
They like forrest gump (why?) them niggas 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 fuckin card, nigga
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 niggas 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 fuckin, 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 fuckin room service
What you gonna do when i hunt you down
You could have a freak on a ferris wheel, you still couldn't fuck around
This is how it goes when finesse raps
When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but i don't stress that
It'as the man that be rappin clever
That's why i'm gonna shine forever, like paddened leather
Have no fear, i kick it simple and so clear
Fuck making your day, i got some shit 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 niggas on curfews, i hurt crews
My style is harder than the heel on fuckin church shoes
Wanna wear my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come i be true and livin

[lord finesse] check it out, check it out
[o.c.] what's goin on?
[lord finesse] one time for your motherfuckin mind
Live for the nine-five
I'm in here with the one and only
[o.c.] phenomenon
[lord finesse] the brother o.c.
[o.c.] yeah
[lord finesse] as we max in here, on the ep intermission
You know what i'm sayin?
Ditc, in the house
[o.c.] in the motherfuckin house
[lord finesse] but i ain't gonna hog it
I'm gonna pass it

[o.c.]
As though to noise, kick poison, strike or fold
The debonaire shed space impare with flair
L-o-r-d, f-i-n-e-double-s-e, ya rappers best beware
He's soon to fine tune in your ears
Beats like minks and his rhymes are like links
Figaro, all due from your nigga o
You're like an egyptian
Fishin for ways to top the pyramids
You give off presence like a whole fuckin syndicateand hang (aight)
One time for your motherfuckin mind
Lord finesse bout to spark it in your ear again
Yaknowhati'msayin? he was off the scene
But he back on, and he bout to go on and on and on
(no diggity) one time like that(like that, haaa)

[lord finesse] like i said we're signin off
With my man o.c.
And we out

(you know what?)
(you know what?)
(you know what?)

[ 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 some figure
You better see mary blige and get the 411, nigga
I rock rappers frequently
I'm like stevie wonder, i can't see a brother beatin me
Wanna throw joints? you get spanked, fella
Wanna talk dough? i'm seein more cash than a bank teller
Wanna talk girls, you can't follow this
I been through more skins than the average dermatologist
I'm no joke on a fast or slow tip
Pockets stay so thick, be on some down-low shit
I turn mc's red fast
I never sell out, fuck that, yo, i'm dead ass
I'm on it like tnt
When it comes to this, ain't another brother seein me
That's why opponents always get scared
Cause i make brothers go, "hey yo, that's that shit there!"

[ chorus ]

[ verse 2 ]
Brothers better lounge when i pass through town
(you better recognize) don't know? better ask around
Word life, i'm not a new figure
They say good things come to those who wait - i'm overdue, nigga
I lounge and rock tunes
The way i be savin the day, give me a cape and a costume
But no, it's not batman, it's the original blackman
That goes back like the gap band
I don't run scams, got dumb fans
Yo, i'm one man that's quick to toast a nigga like a sun tan
People wondered would i rock again?
Shit, rap without finesse is like life without oxygen
It's no quiz, i get biz, you know what the deal is
Rap ain't shit if it ain't real, kid
Can't a rapper outplay me
(do your thing, kid) word life, no doubt, baby

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
I don't stutter, i'm so butter, like no other
Word, i'm that funky type of soul brother
I get stupid, but i'm dumb wise, i'm one guy
That can rock a party from night until sunrise
You can't mess with the rap lord
That's like sayin you can dunk when you can't touch the backboard
Ha, i got the smooth rep
I got styles that kung-fu muthafuckas didn't use yet
How long i been rockin raps?
Since niggas was wearin lee's, mark-necks and sportin stocking caps
Plus i be flippin figures
In '95 and beyond, best believe i got some shit for niggas

(you know what?)
(you know what?)
(you know what?)
(yeah!)

(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 the son of sam while other are soft like richie gun-in-hand
Their styles is outdated like the _running man_
A tough vet, i'm the roughneck that drops logic
The hefty solid, prophet from the projects
The spiritual, the lyrical, individual
(no doubt, kid) yeah, the lord works miracles
I hustle for mine like those pumpin cracks
I got thumpin raps that'll have you niggas doin jumpin jacks
I come with the fat songs, put me on any platform
Watch me get my muthafuckin rap on
A top cat that rocks rap
>from the part of boogie down bronx where the cabs don't stop at
The asiatic rap fanatic that don't have it
My style's tighter than a virgin locked in traffic
You get ripped like a cardboard
Because you watch gangsta flicks, you write rhymes, don't mean you're hardcore
I'm so devine when i flow and rhyme
I blow your mind when i go for mine
(come on) y'all niggas know the time
I kick hip-hop in its true form
Big up to fat joe, congratulations on the newborn

[ verse 2: marquee ]
Like the coyote i gets wile e.
And freaks it with the stylee
My shit is type ???, so my life be like irie
I be the mc that's above and beyond
Them all, stand out like leon, tackle comp like deion
Be on some hip-hop shit, cause the music like hypnotic
I can't stop it, oh lord, so i just drops it
Till the slayings leave abrasions, hot like cajun
Trails be blazin behind this chinky-eyed non-asian
Female bringin it to ya like e-mail
With advanced techniques off these new york streets
So hardrocks licks a smooth exotic sister
Strong as a bull, while you be slackin like a 76er
Yeah, this is my world, the slang sign
And out no doubt, marquee, i do my thing

[ verse 3: diamond d ]
Now, you say grenada, and i say grenada
Big up to greeny greeen, i meet your black ass later
But wait a, minute, cause i'm in it to win it
With the freestyle flow i steal the show like john benett
But then it, really wouldn't matter to a nigga
You figure you have to sneak up cause i'm bigger
Yo jigga, take down the beat just a little
Far from brittle, chew a nigga like a skittle
But it'll, be a cold day in the caribean
At the meridian, i swim through girls like an amphibian
I'm witty and, versed with the lyrical blessin
Never fessin, and keep the chickens second-guessin
Known for stressin engineers in my session
I flake in one take, and slide like wesson
So learn a lesson, i make the episode brief
You seek relief as you pick up your teeth

[ verse 4: a.g. ]
Try to spark this, you'll get torn, cause you never win
I'm through, i'll take you, through hell again
It's the goodfellas, first aid kit the medicine
Stay legit cause we're veterans
Proceed what i don't achieve
Leave up to my seed, teach him that he gotta bleed
Don't fall victim to greed
That you give is what you're blessed with
Find it, put it to use, have faith and don't stress shit
Meanwhile i hit the ganja, now watch it kiss my lips
Bless it, then pass it, like magic's top 10 assists
It's the cheeba-cheeba, another neighborhood news feature
Who can see the, giant? not a known creature
Or being alive that can see me on this rap vibe
High off of hip-hop, can't die, i got cat lives
Abuse this, get smuddered is how you'll be discovered
Give me 20 years in here with no dough, i still love it
It's in my heart, when i bled, it was red
Won't stop till i drop dead, or catch some led to my head
Some search for bread, loot, cheese, or whatever
But instead i stay true, smoke trees and get clever
Fall never, show and a is who we be
See why d.i.t.c. will reign forever

Now we found out, some time ago that if you take a whole group of really
Superbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll make some music whether or not
Somebody else thought it was hip or not.
You know, they be ok.
You dig?
Somebody's got to start it.

Verse one: o.c.

It's like me against anyone
First full verse is spontaneous, combustion thrusts me
No rapper can dust me
Bounced upon the scene with a theme, word...life
I cut fantasy out cause i differ from a dream
Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you assumed
I fell victim to, hip-hop blues
You way off i stay on tour often rockin spots
On the california coast, range you know back to boston
Enforcin my theory, leavin rappers teary-eyed
Fly most who came and thought they had stride
You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for nothin
Half of y'all crumbs are just soft like muffins
I bake, masterpieces, sharper thesis
Y'all candy coated motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these running shoes yours?
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 from the masters
Mics i menace, when it's finished
You get an understanding of what we bringin, no gimmicks

Verse two: lord finesse

My decision is precision, i'm ill in ways you can't vision
I got niggaz worshippin lord finesse like religion
You can't fuck around, you're kiddin
You don't want no collision, you better fly south like a pigeon
Good riddance, i flip flows you can't imagine
I break down your flintstone style, into fragments
So pay attention to the man rappin
Don't think that it can't, i'm livin proof, it can happen
I reign supreme logical, verbally, i drop it in ways
That you never dreamed possible
So lyrically, i personally figure
That my harvard style, is too deep for you nursery niggaz
When i clutch the mic, i'm comin rough and right
I build more than them workers on construction sights
I'm skilled at it, i'm illmatic
So yes answers your question if you ask me do i still have it
I'm the realest, the illest
Comin out the woodwork, like them homos in the village
But seriously, i'm got the remedy
If i's at the bottom of the toilet
You niggaz still couldn't shit on me
Originally, it's the same the vet
I'm on that get rich list, but they didn't call my name yet
I make it special like a prom night i bomb mics
While other brothers are old news like walter kronkite
It's critical, you got these xerox individuals
But word life, it ain't nothin like the original
I wreck kids, that's my theory and perspective
When it comes to hip-hop, i'm on the case like detectives
You better step to the next man
Cause the greatest soccer player couldn't kick it like finesse can

Verse three: krs-one

This is the scientific extra-prolific terrific
Mystic simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric
When you hear it or hear me, runnin through the scrimmages
You see images, affecting your sight to make you go
(yo there he is! no there he is!) no here he is
Rockin your superiors, in your hardest area
Your lyrical skills are inferior
It's because your video that they cheer for ya
I'll take care of ya, quickly, cause i cannot take it
Your weak head needs to be decapitated
Cause you fake it
If your heart was caffeine, well you're now decaffeinated
You scream battle but it's the end of your career
You anticipate it, i hate itcareer ended, how splendid
For wack mc's i come doctor recommended

Haha! you know whassup when lord finesse up in the piece
All you wack ass rappers better go rewrite your album
O.c. in the house, krs in the house, yeah
New york style in the house, yeah
Bdp crew in the house, yeah...