Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Baby, You Nasty , by - Lord Finesse. Release date: 05.03.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Baby, You Nasty |
| Lord finesse is the brother that you have to hear |
| I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere |
| I’m spectacular, so damn terrifyin |
| That wack mc’s don’t think about ever tryin |
| To dis or flip cause what it boils down to You won’t survive to step to me in round 2 |
| I stand and expand like a great man |
| And swing a party like tarzan the apeman |
| Say rhymes that are necessary, make em extra-scary |
| Watch finesse and take notes like a secretary |
| I get furious, display experience |
| Lord finesse is nasty, period |
| (you nasty, baby) |
| Lord finesse in effect with the master rap |
| And i flip on the mic like a acrobat |
| I won’t fret, step, but i’ll make a rep |
| Usin vinyl wax, or a tape cassette |
| Think i’m weak? |
| take your next look |
| And get schooled and read like a textbook |
| Cause i’m the better man, and i never ran |
| Mc beat me? |
| i give credit to whoever can |
| Cause i terrify, scare, and horrify |
| Couldn’t win against me if you let your father try |
| Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply |
| Me and mike get with it cause we both are fly |
| Lyrical lecture, word architecture |
| Rap director, the best in my sector |
| Microphone cool chief releasin the smooth speech |
| I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf |
| (you nasty, baby) |
| Lyrical summary, there’s only one of me Lord finesse is far from a wanna-be |
| Cause i can get funky and smooth like cashmere |
| And slay a rapper with rhymes i said last year |
| So don’t try roastin or toastin me, or even approachin me I break you physically and emotionally |
| So damn fly at this, so don’t even try to dis |
| Put rhymes together like a stupid mad scientist |
| In a laboratory, i’m a brother with a badder story |
| Lord finesse stand tops in my category |
| Mc’s are petrified with nowhere left to hide |
| I slay a rapper and go: «what's up, who’s next to try? |
| I ain’t havin it, poetical graduate |
| And me get whipped by who? |
| imagine it Mc’s are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me |
| I’m the man ladies break they neck to see |
| Highly explosive and nothin to joke with |
| Cause i can get funky on a fast or the slow tip |
| Cause i’m badder, but it doesn’t matter |
| Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a Booty mc who dares try to play me Cause even the ladies tell me (you nasty, baby) |
| I rock the science and drop the math |
| And i sketch up rhymes just like arts &crafts |
| Foes mumble, babble get crushed cause they fragile |
| Release more words than in three games of scrabble |
| Mc lord finesse, i reign with supremacy |
| I take one, two, or a team of three |
| Or ten of em cause i could never sound feminine |
| When gettin funky for the ladies and gentlemen |
| Remarkable, i came to rock the show |
| Wax mc’s like a bottle of mopping glow |
| Lord of rap, and many can’t afford to snap |
| And i throw and score like a quarterback |
| Shoot for the touchdown, i’m from uptown |
| Lord finesse in effect, so what’s up now? |
| Rhyme, slide, and glide, but fit perfectly |
| A swift genius, but no need to worship me I remain hot to make your brain drop |
| Cause i’m a river, and you’re just a raindrop |
| Bronx is where i come from, far from a dum-dum |
| Brothers be runnin just to dial 911 |
| Lord finesse in effect to get lose now |
| My pockets stay fat like a goose down |
| I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane |
| Puttin rhymes in shape just like jack lalane |
| Fix it, balance it cause i’m talented |
| I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it I can get nifty, funky, or even fancy |
| (baby that’s nasty) |
| I know, but yo, let’s just flow |
| Cause fast or slow i still get the dough |
| And the ladies to cheer and praise me And tell me when i rhyme (you nasty, baby) |