Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Gimmicks, artist - Lord Finesse. Album song The Awakening, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
No Gimmicks |
Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One |
Lyrical styles weigh a ton |
Lord Finesse, we know you got skills |
Come into the cypher and build |
Chill out, all emcee I kill |
Come down |
Check it out, come on, here’s your chance to swing |
With some ill motherfuckers, we don’t dance and sing |
In ‘95 we’re out jingling, serving |
Poetic Justice without that nigga John Singleton |
I do my thing while the fans be gelling. |
Ayyo |
I’m so dope, you better tap your man and tell him |
I don’t fake moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers |
Break food—just give me a beat with a bass groove |
I’m mad funky—ask the experts—‘cause I’ll |
Make you bob your head until your motherfucking neck hurt |
So don’t ask me to max, G, ‘cause if you |
Ain’t real, I’m bringing it to your face like acne |
Now rappers run scams and flimflams |
On how they be getting loose when they’re rusty like the Tin Man |
They rap fast, trying to stack cash, but on |
The reel-to-reel, yo, they’re still sounding half-assed |
Yelling and screaming like they got something when they don’t |
Got nothing, so them niggas need to stop fronting |
Talking how they be ragging shit when I don’t know if them |
Niggas are rapping or talking motherfucking Arabic |
They act so ill. |
Ay, no frills, they should go |
Chill. |
They all mouth with no skills |
When I’m around, they all feel funny ‘cause I’m |
Young, making funds like Shaquille O’Neal, money |
You want any drama? |
You better wear plenty armor |
I’ll cut that ass like the chef at Benihana’s |
The Funky Man’s in it to win it. |
We gotta keep it |
Real, yo, no motherfucking gimmicks |
Whoever make a hit they the best (That's a gimmick). |
You sell |
Records based on how you’re dressed (That's a gimmick). |
Ayyo |
That tongue-twisting shit, that’s kind of fresh (That's a gimmick). |
What’s when |
You’re soft but you’re fronting like you’re stressed? |
(That's a gimmick). |
What’s when |
You’re only into rap to get paid? |
(That's a gimmick). |
What’s when |
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage? |
(That's a gimmick). |
When your |
Career is numbered by days? |
(That's a gimmick). |
What’s when |
Your lyrical style is just a phase? |
(That's a gimmick) |
Yeah, check it out. |
A-yes |
Yes, y’all, to the beat, y’all, bringing the street, let me |
Put my beeper on «vibrate» so we won’t hear it beep. |
Representing |
The street, concrete what I speak, yeah, I live it. |
Let it |
Be known KRS is not about a gimmick. |
I’ll grab the |
Mic and rip it. |
Meanwhile, they’re stalling. |
I’ll raise the mic |
Stand because I’m tall and I keep the crowd crawling |
I’m not like those other rappers talking about the caps |
They peel. |
Punk, I’ll battle emcees for real |
Fuck a record deal when you’re still into hip hopping with your |
Country ass, sounding like you’re still picking cotton |
You’ll get thrown across the room in that direction. |
Listen |
The lyrical Teacha’s not the one you should be checking. |
This is |
My eara or era or eara, whatever |
I’m mad clever, I’ll «Shoop,» you’ll doop, you’ll doop like Salt-N-Pepa |
Lyrical terror, you should never ever come for mine |
When I rhyme, I clean up emcees with the fresh smell of pine. |
I |
Got skills and it shows—you could slow or speed up |
The tempo. |
Your style is fake like Janet Jackson’s nose |
I’m selling that real live shit, and you could get hurt |
You’re selling that fake shit like the Home Shopping Network |
You got a lot of rhymes to battle in a second |
But frankly, the bottom line is: where’s your hit record? |
You claim I’m jocking, you claim I’m on your dick. |
Where’s your witness? |
If I’m on your dick, my name has got to be syphilis |
I come with lyrical, physical fitness. |
Two months |
From now, you will have bit this. |
Watch me light that ass up like Christmas |
Don’t let me come out on that ass, start flipping |
The lyrics I’ll be kicking be hotter than jerk chicken |
So whether from The East or from The West, brothers know I’m KRS |
I got force, I came to your town to set it off |
So when Finesse goes «hit it,» I’ll never mimic |
KRS-One could never use a gimmick |
When you’re riding the next rapper’s dick (That's a gimmick). |
When you’re |
R&B and then you cold flip (That's a gimmick). |
Start rhyming |
Hardcore just to get a hit (That's a gimmick). |
When you get over |
But your skills ain’t shit (That's a gimmick). |
When you |
Rap but you don’t have soul (That's a gimmick). |
When you |
Cross over just to go gold (That's a gimmick). |
When you’re not |
A gangster but portraying a role (That's a gimmick). |
What’s when |
You’re shaped in somebody else’s mold? |
(That's a gimmick) |
Man your station ‘cause the clan you’re facing is stepping |
To you trash motherfuckers like sanitation. |
I’ll shoot |
And throw rhymes, the whole nine when it’s showtime |
(What up, kid?) Brothers know I could hold mine |
On the real, I got rhymes skills. |
When the time’s |
Ill, I’m blowing up spots like a minefield |
Brothers front with their chest out, but |
Words from Finesse mouth’ll leave them niggas stressed out |
They make me sick to my stomach (So put it) |
(On ‘em, kid!) Them motherfuckers don’t want it |
They can’t see me, believe me. |
They’re all |
Phonies like them niggas that be wrestling on TV |
Yo, they’re nowhere near pro, and niggas |
Couldn’t hang if they was motherfucking scarecrows |
Nowadays, a lot of rappers sound fake, talking that |
Gangster shit when they’re softer than a pound cake |
So why you fronting with the burner, kid? |
When you done |
Took more ass-whippings than fucking Tina Turner did |
You wanna front? |
So be it, but fuck |
Beating around the bush. |
I just speak how I see it |
Me fall off? |
That shit’s dead, it’s not |
Happening, kid, so get that shit through your thick head |
I’ll never sellout—(What?)—you heard right |
I’ll never cross over (Aight!), word life |
So when I said it, peep the method. |
If I |
Never go gold but get credit, I won’t sweat it |
In ‘95 we’re all in it, we gotta keep it |
Real, yo, no motherfucking gimmicks |
What’s when you |
Rap but don’t appreciate the art? |
(That's a gimmick). |
What’s when you |
Sell out just to get a start? |
(That's a gimmick). |
What’s when you |
Make bullshit just for the charts? |
(That's a gimmick). |
What’s when you |
Rap but it’s not from the heart? |
(That's a gimmick). |
What’s when you’re |
Hardcore, then you turn pop? |
(That's a gimmick) |
When you steal ideas to get props? |
(That's a gimmick) |
When you sell out to be on top? |
(That's a gimmick). |
What’s when you |
Front like you’re hard but you’re not? |
(That's a gimmick) |
Now let this be a lesson to all emcees and DJ’s |
Anyone that come across the line will have to pay |
Real hip hop is in effect |
Real hip hop is in effect |
Real hip hop is in effect |
Give it respect, we catch wreck |