Lord Finesse – Funky Technician lyrics

chorus*"mmm*
mm mm ain't, that something "? "damn
it feels good to see people up on it" (repeat
4x) Lord

finesse in effect cause I rhyme hard Look
good flow smooth yeah the whole nine yard Wear
and tear mc's that step near I
make the girl strip naked and just give it here It's
like taking, candy from a kid in a baby carriage Suckers
vanish because, I do crazy damage Crews
I smoke and diss don't, even joke with this Just
listen to the sounds of the funky vocalist chorus

*Now*

I'm the man with intellect no, one to disrespect I
kick a rhyme and make mc's wanna hit the deck And
give it up and use they rhymes as a sacrifice Brothers
try they best they, ain't even half as nice They
try to kick it by, using that softer rap Me
sound wack nigga? please come, off of that I'm
mystical musical, I, might confuse a few Lord
finesse gettin funky as usual Releasin
some fresh words sparkin, the neck work Cause
I'm the expert wearin, sneakers and sweatshirts Jeans
and hoods there's, no doubt that I rap good I
walk ? with a bout with? my hat turned backwards To
many I, may look like a hoodlum But
I'm a rapper and a pretty damn good one Cause
I can get smooth and mild or wild like a juvenile Or
get swift with the gift and just lose the crowd State
the facts create, the raps Those
who try to down me better, step out my face with that Cause
I can get raw like many or any one of them I
take a nine when you rate me from one to ten I
got skills so don't try approachin me I
keep rhymes in stores just like groceries Don't
try to snap troop cause, this man be strapped Come
correct you be leavin home handicapped In
a straightjacket or, a wheelchair (finesse
lost your touch )? naah it's, still there So
wannabees and competition Beware
of lord finesse the, funky technician chorus

*I'm*

untouchable with, the skills to crush a crew When
it comes to rhymes it's a must that I bust a few Keep
the crowd listening I'm so magnificent It
even says finesse on my birth certificate I'm, the Man
of bravery skill and chicanery I
get the ladies cause I use my brain you see And
that's no surprise you might get pulverized If
you sleep so, don't even close your eyes I
go and flow I, even give crews advice To
make it short I'm, crazy stupid nice Using
bad words pronouns, and adverbs Putting
english together just like a mad nerd Mc's
I stomp and scare I, make em lose they hair I
rip the mic and take it home as a souveneir Rough
and tough cause I come from a bad block Watch
your girl with a chain and a padlock I
go solo far, from a homo That's
a no no get, more sex than a porno When
it comes to rhymes I write my own Speak
in a hyper tone when, rippin a microphone So
those steppin to me better have somethin hype to say I
cook mc's faster than you can in a microwave I'm
the type that'll give any man a chance To
come correct before leavin in a ambulance So
those that's dissin and flippin better listen To
lord finesse - the funky technician chorus

*chorus*

*again w/ variations