Lord Finesse Flip Da Style Lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]
Aw s___ now, word spreads around when I get down
I rip clowns, I make n____s wanna skip town
Lord Finesse got the rough raps, f___ that
When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap
I put s___ out like a fireman, you never met a flier man
I slide up in chicks like a diafram
(You can't murder me, you better recognize) People heard of me
I say the s___ that get you open like surgery
I'm so def, I catch wreck with no sweat
When I rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next
With the mic I'm royal, see
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me
Don't be silly and try to kill me
Soundin like Milli Vanilli, I smoke your a__ like a philly
I rap with force when I'm kickin my facts across
The s___ I kick is hotter than Tabasco sauce
Don't try to ruin me or talk about doin me
(Why?) I got s___ that'll spark your whole community
So lounge and peep the deal
(Cause I'm one m____fucka you don't have to tell keep it real)

Brothers don't know I can (flip the style)
I'm out to make dough, kid (Flip the style)
Come to my show, so I can (flip the style)
Check the flow, yo (Just flip the style)
Can I do my thing, kid? (Flip the style)
I'm ready to swing, yo (Flip the stlye)
I got rap on a string, kid (Flip the style)
Just gimme your ring when I (just flip the style)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I get attention like a Lexus, girls wanna s__ this
Play rappers like Tetris, eat em like breakfast
Think you're nice? Boy, you better be, you know my pedigree
I'm on the rise like afros in the 70s
I keep money, I freak honeys, I represent the streets, sonny
You know my style, don't sleep, money
I put it on like sneakers, it's the smooth speaker
Peace to KRS-One, that's the teacher
Now let me hit you with this line I drive, this rhyme's fly
This is how it goes down in the '95
That's right, because I said it, don't sweat it, kid
Don't think I'm nice? Well, I am, so give me credit, kid
I wreck n____s, collect figures
Yo, I'm like Aretha Franklin - all I want is some respect, n____
I drop facts when I rock raps over hot tracks
That's why n____s be on my d___ like a jock strap
Bring the best, I get with him
Even deaf people be sayin, "I heard that kid got some s___ with him"
None could diss this or rip this, for instance
Give me a cordless mic, I beat a rapper long-distance
Crews I run through, won't fall or fumble
You can get done, too, don't let me catch you on the humble
n____s don't like me, but that's aight, gee
Brothers act sheisty, that's why I play the crib with the wifey
One of the best, don't compare me to none of the rest
Straight up and down, word life you can't f___ with Finesse

s___ sound hype, yo (Flip the style)
It's only right that I (flip the style)
Pass the mic, so I can (flip the style)
I got my flow down tight, kid (Just flip the style)
I got the skills to make papes, yo (Flip the style)
I gotta set em straight, kid (Flip the style)
I bet Diggin' In The Crates can (flip the style)
I got moves to make, yo (Just flip the style)