Once again it's the man with the flavor

It's Lord Finesse so run and tell your neighbors

So stop sleeping and check out the style I'm freaking

I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent treatment

Forget striking out I'm hitting grand slams

Taking opponents off the stage like the Sandman

After Apollo I'm the one to follow now

I kick the shit that biters can't swallow down

Mics get lit up as soon as I get up

Opponents I hit up, make em quit and want to give up

I'm kicking a party like kung fu

Snatching all the girls as soon as I say "One two"

Brothers think I'm new, but they're dead for instance

I was into rap before they could form a sentence

I'm finally getting mine after coming up the far way

So nowadays I just lounge and parlay

I'm hip to music, whether jazz or country

I'm the type to make anything sound funky

I like to talk and shout and go and flow

Ayo, some brothers just don't know

That I can take on any played out wack style

Rhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack vile

I kick a rhyme as soon as you say when

So hype on the mic, when I finish you say "Amen"

I'm not the type to go around fronting

Ayo, they don't call me Lord Finesse for nothing

"It's the L-O-R-D F-I-N-E double S-E"

"All the party people say isn't he something" (Repeat 2x)

Here we go, it's the grand imperial

With the hip material to blow your stereo

I sound different and my shit be hitting

It's the Funky Technician pay attention, listen

I flow smoothly like a scene in a movie

Girls that choose me say that I'm a cutie

Rough like a fistfight when I'm holding this mic

So keep your