Bad Mutha

(Bad mutha)<br><br>[VERSE 1]<br>Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph<br>And I`ma school the suckers who don`t know the half<br>I`m not a legend, I`m real and actual<br>Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come after you<br>I don`t front or pretend cause that`s imaginary<br>I get funky with the use of vocabulary<br>I`m more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide<br>When I dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme<br>I might bust and say a little somethin<br>Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain`t nothin<br>So don`t bore me, I`ve been naughty<br>Even as a kid people said: "Look at shorty"<br>Back in the days I had much attention<br>Speak of competition - man, listen<br>Even then I`ve coulda been a funky star<br>At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey bars<br>A little kid with the art of poetry<br>Nice for my age, but nobody noticed me<br>Nowadays I tell it like it is<br>That makes my skill different from her or his<br>I sport my skills on a F.M. frequency<br>Lettin people know you better not sleep on me<br>I`m known as a smooth cool brother<br>A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha)<br><br>[VERSE 2]<br>I play MC`s like a game of Mario Brothers<br>I hold my own, plus I can carry another`s<br>Rhymes I make strong and watch em take form<br>On a sucker who steps out his face wrong<br>I`m the MC to fear and run from<br>Shockin so much you think I`m usin a stun gun<br>I hold the title cause I`m the cool champ<br>If rap was money you`d be rated as food stamp<br>You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?<br>You can`t get with Finesse, you`re just jump change<br>You couldn`t cut it even if you had a hack-saw<br>You`re just a rap that I laid a track for<br>Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up<br>If a mic was a freak, I`d get my tip sucked<br>So girls, don`t sleep, don`t even doze off<br>I`m good with a mic, plus I`m good with my clothes off<br>And I`m no joke, far from a slow poke<br>I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks<br>I got stamina, lyrical examiner<br>Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor<br>Lord Finesse parallel to no other<br>The smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha)<br><br>[VERSE 3]<br>At a show I get fly and so legit<br>Gimme a mic onstage and that`s all over with<br>On a stage I`m straight up wildin<br>I can kick a party like a brother from the Shaolin<br>Temple, I find it simple<br>I get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples<br>Me take a loss? Not by a long shot<br>Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock<br>Of the wrong man put up on the wrong scoop<br>You got problems, what you`re on, troop?<br>Raise up, I light the whole stage up<br>So wild with the mic, I oughta be caged up<br>I`m a brother you dare not lay a hand on<br>I leave you more bloodier than a tampon<br>If you split, I`ma get you later<br>Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigerator<br>Take caution to what this brother say<br>Come correct or turn around the other way<br>(Bad mutha) is the perfect description<br>Of me rhymin or just plain flippin<br>I`m no joke when it comes around to that<br>I start flippin when I hear the sound of rap<br>I`m enhanced to keep in step with it<br>And surprise MC`s cause you slept a bit<br>So wake up, my man cause there`s no time for dozin<br>My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosen<br>From my brain which makes me insane<br>To gain some fame, Lord Finesse is the name<br>To seek and blame cause I came and rearranged<br>My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game<br>I`m superior compared to others<br>Call me Lord Finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)