Funky Technician

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? well then f you
Cause i'm here to put you up on a crime scoop
It'll only take a minute of your time, troop
So don't be a dummy or a lame brain
Lord finesse is teaching so just maintain
I'm not trying to diss you or even teach you
But here to teach you we are all equal
And show y'all in fact there's a better way
Than depending on welfare or medicaid
So finish up school and pass the scholar quiz
And show your children what the value of a dollar is
Cause many children are hard to please today
Cause they're searching for some type of easy way
But there's not, so who's at fault here?
So think about the lesson being taught here
How many brothers in the world you see today
Can say that they're living the legal way?
Out of 20, i could say a few of them
Out of seven i could say about two of them
Live correct and, show respect and
Don't sweat was is owned by the next man
Or front the role, being harder or tougher
Or live the life of a hustler
Selling that white stuff just to make a fast buck
But they don't stand tough when in handcuffs
So understand and comprehend and see, kid
You don't wanna take a fall like he did
Or she did or they did, or how others did
So don't sweat the lifestyle of another kid
Get yours by achieving and planning
So when they fall you'll still be standing
Set your goal, and know what your quest is
Open your ears to this positive message

"listen up, listen up" "we're all in this together" - cut 4x

Now i'll scramble, because life's a gamble
And like others, you go out like a candle
Like my man tone who had crazy potential
Before he went to the house for the mentally
Disturbed, before he had crazy truck jewelery
If he wasn't scrambling, you could have fooled me
He was paid, to all the girls handsome
He could have passed for donald trump's grandson
He had what it took, the fame, the glory
Yeah, let's get deep in the story
Drug dealer tone had everything sewn
Lots to own, he had a car with a phone
A cool brother, maxing, chilling
He always hung out in front of the building
But in the drug game there's no time for maxing
You always have others who want some action
And so many was jealous of tone
Cause of the things he owned and how he got known
He had a few friends, or rather he thought he did
Some hired help, some really dirty naughty kids
Blood they shed, will kill people dead
And fill them with lead at the nod of tone's head
For tone, everything was going great
Because him and his friends would sit and conversate
He would chill, relax and just sit back
His friends got unruly, but tone wasn't with that
Til one day he saw them sharing it
He thought to himself "it wouldn't hurt to experiment"
So they passed it (inhales) he hit it
There you have it, tone got addicted
Like most drug stories, the end sound the same
Cause everything he had went down the drain
He lost everything, the money, the work
The car, to tone, drugs came first
The wrong thing was for tone to start that
He was getting beamed up like a member of star trek
The young brother went insane
Forgot his name, yo that's a damn shame
But someone in the street took responsibility
And checked tone into a drug facility
Now tone has a chance to get better
And clever, and get himself together
You may not like the way that i say this
But drugs ain't nothing to play with
So don't be pressured by what the grown say
Be yourself and walk your own way

"listen up, listen up" "we're all in this together" - cut 4x

(bad mutha)

[verse 1]
Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph
And i'ma school the suckers who don't know the half
I'm not a legend, i'm real and actual
Bite my rhymes, i get mad and come after you
I don't front or pretend cause that's imaginary
I get funky with the use of vocabulary
I'm more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide
When i dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme
I might bust and say a little somethin
Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain't nothin
So don't bore me, i've been naughty
Even as a kid people said: "look at shorty"
Back in the days i had much attention
Speak of competition - man, listen
Even then i've coulda been a funky star
At the age of 12 i was rhymin on them monkey bars
A little kid with the art of poetry
Nice for my age, but nobody noticed me
Nowadays i tell it like it is
That makes my skill different from her or his
I sport my skills on a f.m. frequency
Lettin people know you better not sleep on me
I'm known as a smooth cool brother
A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha)

[verse 2]
I play mc's like a game of mario brothers
I hold my own, plus i can carry another's
Rhymes i make strong and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his face wrong
I'm the mc to fear and run from
Shockin so much you think i'm usin a stun gun
I hold the title cause i'm the cool champ
If rap was money you'd be rated as food stamp
You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?
You can't get with finesse, you're just jump change
You couldn't cut it even if you had a hack-saw
You're just a rap that i laid a track for
Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up
If a mic was a freak, i'd get my tip sucked
So girls, don't sleep, don't even doze off
I'm good with a mic, plus i'm good with my clothes off
And i'm no joke, far from a slow poke
I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks
I got stamina, lyrical examiner
Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor
Lord finesse parallel to no other
The smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha)

[verse 3]
At a show i get fly and so legit
Gimme a mic onstage and that's all over with
On a stage i'm straight up wildin
I can kick a party like a brother from the shaolin
Temple, i find it simple
I get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples
Me take a loss? not by a long shot
Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock
Of the wrong man put up on the wrong scoop
You got problems, what you're on, troop?
Raise up, i light the whole stage up
So wild with the mic, i oughta be caged up
I'm a brother you dare not lay a hand on
I leave you more bloodier than a tampon
If you split, i'ma get you later
Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigerator
Take caution to what this brother say
Come correct or turn around the other way
(bad mutha) is the perfect description
Of me rhymin or just plain flippin
I'm no joke when it comes around to that
I start flippin when i hear the sound of rap
I'm enhanced to keep in step with it
And surprise mc's cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause there's no time for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosen
From my brain which makes me insane
To gain some fame, lord finesse is the name
To seek and blame cause i came and rearranged
My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game
I'm superior compared to others
Call me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)

[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 gonna kick this off
Something funky for this track, know what i'm saying?

Now when it comes to rhymes, i'll drop a swift one
('they'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - rakim)
I'm the rap senator, ake about ten of ya
The best mc on the southeast perimeter
Equipped to flip with the slip of a lip
So dance, hop, or skip or shake your hips
Cause i'll wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat
Don't even riff back, i ain't with that
Skillful sharp with the words of an index
Spark and glow mc's like windex
Swifter, faster, microphone master
Lord finesse writes rhymes by the chapter
Adapt to rap but i won't even break yet
So damn hype that i might blow your tape deck
Full grown, stoned to the bone
Write rhymes and poems just to get known
Superior sargeant, take your whole squadren
Toast mc's, eat em up with margin
Cause i'm smart like einstein, i say the fly lines
I get funky while you play the sidelines
Here to take care of you, never sound terrible
Ready equipped, cause i'm always available
To rag, snag, and rip the mic
Cause me and dre will get ya hyped
On top in rank and i plan to stay there
The funkiest poet out since shakespeare
Take note of this soloist, cause i'm a pro at this
Even make the crippled want to get up and go to this
Now mc's try to get rid of me
But, i won't fall in negativity
Cause i'm well respected, lord that's majestic
Rhymes are written by thoughts that's selected
Released in public, but not as a subject
Many are below it but not quite above it
Dre my brother, drop the know how
One, two three, here we go now

[a.g.]
Finesse, it's my turn to kick a swift one
('they'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - rakim)
You know an mc, well tell him to hybernate
Cause dre smooth is flowing at a liver rate
You knock em out the box, i'm knocking niggas out
You fear the giant, well money live it out
I'm not a punk, far from a chump
You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunk
I'm dropping math, science, and all that other shit
Step in the studio, it's just another hit
Take about ten from beginning to end
Don't mean to brag, but i am what i am
And that's a mean machine, a dream machine
You say, "golly polly, dre's a jolly green
Giant" and you're not half or even semi
You say "is he?" i say "am i?"
The one you fear cause it's near
The time for your death so step to the rear
Now get off, let off, step off cause you're soft
Stop blushing i'm rushing/russian like mikael gorbechov
Special tactics, you can't hack this
Brothers ain't half stepping, they're walking backwards
You can't get near, if you do, you're near here
Stepping to me like a man in a wheelchair
Pressure's like a new pearl, you're in a new world
I run with just a pen like a catholic schoolgirl
Back in the first grade, thought you had it made
Got a tounge twister to catch a tounge blister
Sally sells seashells down by the seashore
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck more
No more twisters, for blisters blistex
Now you're confused, you what's this, what's next
Tables rotate, you will go rate
Try to locate, but dre won't negotiate
Slaughter toys say boys what's the science
You shugged your shoulders and quote "andre's a giant"

[finesse]
Yeah, that was crazy funky. yo, like i said, we two brothers just getting
Crazy funky in the studio and we gonna drop it like this...see ya!

[lord finesse]
Hear the crowd, and get the stage set
You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck
Sit down, relax, as i drop facts
Rhymes attract the crowd once i got em down pat
I'm teachin the masses, join up for classes
You're blind to the truth, so i'ma get you some glasses
Cause as i flow, my rep start to grow
And brothers don't diss me, cause they all know
That i can get raw and hang with the rest of em
Brothers be frontin, but finesse'll be testin em
As i rhyme, and strive for perfection
It used to be mics, now it's girls i'm collectin
Mike smooth is on the wheels of fortune
You don't want none so proceed with caution
Clap along, you didn't know that i was that strong
To kick a rap song on top of a platform
A stage, when i speak i bring rage, shoot
I kick my rhymes from page to page
Get em down pat, when it's time for a hype track
I don't scheme, cause i ain't livin like that
I don't front when it's time for a autograph
A grammy award for rap is what i oughta have
Made up, cause i ate up, most the comp'
Set up a beat, and watch me stomp
Like a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troop
Do i keep the loot?
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 to my soundwave" *

[lord finesse]
Now i'm a brother, who is far from booty
It's lord finesse, the mc and yours truly
Who will take your girl just like a known crook
All i need is a mic and a phonebook
Yo, i go on deep, don't need a gang to flip
You try to copy, but can't even hang with it?
Chill, yo, you can't master fool
I drop science like a kid from catholic school
Back up, just give me some room to flip
I get wild on the mic like some lunatic
With the go, so watch me go
Lord finesse got a soul, and d so
Suckers are gettin rich with no type of written hits
But when approached by me they start shittin bricks
I'm not sayin to jump or be scared of me
But in a battle, just prepare to be
Dissed and beaten, ripped up while i warm up
Or step in range, and get that ass torn up
Or get a beating like kunta kinte
Cause ain't nothin happening steppin over this way
Lookin all in my grill, don't even know when to chill
Grabbin the mic, soundin like a imbecile
A sucker, a pussy, a chump, a dodo
Gettin booed, goin out like a homo
Shut your trap, as i begin to rap
Lord finesse got skill, so just remember that
Rhymes i say, express and send with force
I get you hyped, like sexual intercourse
Eat mc's like a dinner from swanson
Spring into action like the man charles bronson
Step in my way you will get played
When you're tunin, to the lord finesse soundwave

* mike smooth cuts "you're a slave to my soundwave" *

[finesse] * talking while smooth cuts *
Yo just about now i wanna give a shout out
To my dj mike smooth, the brother premier
Slo-mo on the engineerin tip once again
The brother chilly dee, the brother rhome
Donald d, ice-t, kid jazz, the brother disco
The rest of the rhyme syndicate
King sun, build and destroy
Tragedy, and his dj, joe fatal
Peace

"i got something to say, man, you dig? i mean, you cats been up
There rappin ain't said nothin about the real thing, you know
What i mean? 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 real shit now
The rap professional, so intellectual
Go against me and i'll get the best of you
Cause gettin funky is no coincidence
Finesse can flow to any musical instrument
But i'm better for, my skill's the metaphor
I can get loose and flow like a reservoir
Or the nile river, maybe the amazon
I'm the brother that you should have the cameras on
I'm not the type to go out the way others do
Finesse fall off? you must be on a drug or two
Cause mc's try they best to flow and catch the
L-o-r-d f-i-n-e-double s-e
I'ma get raw and score, then i'm outta here
This is like a classroom, any volunteers?
Yeah, i thought so, you better stay frozen
I can kick a tune like my man beethoven
I got strategy, none is as bad as me
I'm the funky brother that many are glad to see
On a platform, stage, or in public
Lord finesse is gettin funky on the subject

"here i come" "a slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (repeat 2x)

Now watch the pro as i perform and rock the show
Do with ease what others find impossible
Cause i'm so damn fly, so just stand by
In a fight i beat rappers by a landslide
Cause i hit hard, make em run and discharge
Best believe finesse is gonna get large
And swifter, fresher, better than ever
Yeah, etcetera, etcetera
I'm filled with action cause i'm so spectacular
Yet i flow smooth like a benz or a acura
A man of skill and high fidelity
I'm a funky brother, so what is you telling me?
Many rappers step on a stage like it's a star search
To be funky it takes crazy hard work
They try to flip and skip to the wack sound
But i play the stage while others play the background
And since i rhyme quick many get crushed fast
I sport a fade, half moon, and now a moustache
I'm ready, set to step
And come correct, in full effect
Yeah, i'm makin things funky

"here i come" "a slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (repeat 4x)

Now i rock the hip-hop to reach the tip-top
So see and believe as i proceed to rip shop
Rhymes are handmade, smooth like mayonnaise
Cut you up so bad you need more than a band aid
Make mc's forfeit, think they lost it
Get over-exhausted, i rock the raw shit
Bust it, peep it, rhymes are top secret
Me gettin swift on the mic, that's done frequent
I tell mc's to get lost when i get pissed off
You think i'm wack? well, you got to think criss-crossed
Will and able, far from a fable
Mc's i disable, make em stand stable
I burn and weld you, beat and expel you
I'm out to tell you, i put you on bellevue
Hospital, now i did the impossible
I'm lord finesse cause i'm so remarkable
I'm so bad, i make mc's go mad
They can't deal with my style of vocab
I'll rip and bust that, make mc's hushed at
And when i'm finished y'all will say "yo, who was that
Brother?" cause i'm a bad motherfucker
Rhymes so swift, parallel to no other
I'm the funky technician kicking a fresh rhyme
Lord finesse sayin peace till the next time

"here i come" "a slick brother with a fade and a half-moon" (repeat til fade)

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!)

Alright, let me kick this fly intro
Somethin that's smooth but quite simple
This is my type of groove, so don't make plans
I don't care if you hop skip or breakdance
Don't worry cause you'll get your chance yet
To get funky and kick the fly dancesteps
At a show i try to maintain discipline
I keep you moving, but also listenin

"everyone is moving, but eager to listen" - cut and scratched 2x

Think i'm funky? i'll be funkier tomorrow
Yo, i'm one tough act to follow
Rip up mics when it's time to throw down
Make mc's say: "i don't even wanna go now"
All i need is a mic and a hype groove
Two dancers and my dj mike smooth
To spin the wheels and make you shake your body
I kick a party like i know karate
Better yet like i was kickin a volleyball
I step on stage get raw, then i'm outty, y'all
Here we go now, so just stand back
I take a ho, a cheer, or a handclap
Get raw off the same drum while mc's remain dumb
Don't worry cause there's more where that came from
I'm not the type of brother to kick a small rap
Get swift and make a hit and think i'm all that
Cause i elevate, make the fellas break
I drink a 40, lay back, and just celebrate
Shoot and flip the rhymes because i'm swift and wise
Lord finesse will keep the crowd hypnotized

"everyone is moving, but eager to listen" - cut and scratched 2x

I'm the technician a.k.a. the rhyme arranger
Have old folks saying "who was that stranger?"
It's lord finesse, so don't forget to tell em that
Pass me a mic and roll down the welcome mat
I don't front when it's time to kick a rhyme or two
I get raw and show the crowd what i could do
And steal a show before others have a chance to
By givin party people somethin funky to dance to
Kickin the lyrics and let the beat get them
Man, i sound groovy even on a weak system
I warm up the scene like a bottle of brandy
And if that fails, then i just go to plan b
But once i start there's no need to slow down
As soon as i say "one two, here we go now"
Rhymes i say structure and analyze
Then say to myself downlow "goddamn, i'm fly"
Rhymes'll stay when i'm gone like a fossile
I'm livin large, stupenous, collossal
Me and mike smooth, we're so magnificient
We keep the crowd movin, but also listenin

"everyone is moving, but eager to listen" - cut and scratched 4x