Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song True And Livin, artist - Lord Finesse.
Date of issue: 06.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
True And Livin |
You know the plan, gee, I rip any mic you hand me I been down, this ain’t no muthafuckin Brandy |
It’s Lord Finesse, yeah, you know it It’s that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics |
You know I be slammin suckers |
When I’m not on the mic, I’m makin more moves than a dance instructor |
I have no passion for rhymers |
Nowadays I come with more styles than fashion designers |
Rappers be cold frontin |
They like Forrest Gump (Why?) Them niggas don’t know nothin |
So watch how I hit em In '95 and beyond Lord Finesse is true and livin |
I don’t have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools |
I play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels |
I get props and never fail, hops |
The stuff I’m deliverin you can’t get in your mailbox |
I won’t sink the way my brain thinks |
When it comes to crews, I’m connected like a chain link |
I’m out to make large figures |
You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn’t pull my fuckin card, nigga |
I’m so bad with the vocab |
That’s only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half |
I’m no stranger, more like danger |
Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber |
I get more props, I’m raw, hops |
With the sure shot that’s guaranteed to make all you girls’drawers drop |
So peep my funk style of rhythm |
Word life, kid, I’m true and livin |
Now it’s the funkyman, and niggas can’t see me When I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti |
Cause whether fast or somethin slow |
I’m bad like Michael Jackson, only thing is, I’m fuckin, though |
Hey Yo, so just save it |
I’m one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite |
That got astoundin rhymes |
That’ll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mines |
I make your whole platoon nervous |
Tryin to get live, I bring it to that ass like fuckin room service |
What you gonna do when I hunt you down |
You could have a freak on a Ferris wheel, you still couldn’t fuck around |
This is how it goes when Finesse raps |
When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I don’t stress that |
It’as the man that be rappin clever |
That’s why I’m gonna shine forever, like paddened leather |
Have no fear, I kick it simple and so clear |
Fuck making your day, I got some shit for your whole year |
I don’t know why these crews be frontin |
They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won’t be movin nothin |
I put niggas on curfews, I hurt crews |
My style is harder than the heel on fuckin church shoes |
Wanna wear my shoes, you can’t fit em In years to come I be true and livin |