Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back To Back Rhyming, artist - Lord Finesse. Date of issue: 05.03.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back To Back Rhyming |
| Yeah… just about now in the studio, Im cooling out with scratchmaster |
| Rahiem, andre the giant, my dj mike smooth, shlomo on the engineering |
| Tip, my man dj premier from gangstarr… were gonna kick this off |
| Something funky for this track, know what Im saying? |
| Now when it comes to rhymes, Ill drop a swift one |
| (theyll be another rough rhyme after this one — rakim) |
| Im the rap senator, ake about ten of ya The best mc on the southeast perimeter |
| Equipped to flip with the slip of a lip |
| So dance, hop, or skip or shake your hips |
| Cause Ill wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat |
| Dont even riff back, I aint with that |
| Skillful sharp with the words of an index |
| Spark and glow mcs like windex |
| Swifter, faster, microphone master |
| Lord finesse writes rhymes by the chapter |
| Adapt to rap but I wont even break yet |
| So damn hype that I might blow your tape deck |
| Full grown, stoned to the bone |
| Write rhymes and poems just to get known |
| Superior sargeant, take your whole squadren |
| Toast mcs, eat em up with margin |
| Cause Im smart like einstein, I say the fly lines |
| I get funky while you play the sidelines |
| Here to take care of you, never sound terrible |
| Ready equipped, cause Im always available |
| To rag, snag, and rip the mic |
| Cause me and dre will get ya hyped |
| On top in rank and I plan to stay there |
| The funkiest poet out since shakespeare |
| Take note of this soloist, cause Im a pro at this |
| Even make the crippled want to get up and go to this |
| Now mcs try to get rid of me But, I wont fall in negativity |
| Cause Im well respected, lord thats majestic |
| Rhymes are written by thoughts thats selected |
| Released in public, but not as a subject |
| Many are below it but not quite above it Dre my brother, drop the know how |
| One, two three, here we go now |
| Finesse, its my turn to kick a swift one |
| (theyll be another rough rhyme after this one — rakim) |
| You know an mc, well tell him to hybernate |
| Cause dre smooth is flowing at a liver rate |
| You knock em out the box, Im knocking niggas out |
| You fear the giant, well money live it out |
| Im not a punk, far from a chump |
| You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunk |
| Im dropping math, science, and all that other shit |
| Step in the studio, its just another hit |
| Take about ten from beginning to end |
| Dont mean to brag, but I am what I am And thats a mean machine, a dream machine |
| You say, «golly polly, dres a jolly green |
| Giant"and youre not half or even semi |
| You say «is he? |
| «I say «am i? |
| «The one you fear cause its near |
| The time for your death so step to the rear |
| Now get off, let off, step off cause youre soft |
| Stop blushing Im rushing/russian like mikael gorbechov |
| Special tactics, you cant hack this |
| Brothers aint half stepping, theyre walking backwards |
| You cant get near, if you do, youre near here |
| Stepping to me like a man in a wheelchair |
| Pressures like a new pearl, youre in a new world |
| I run with just a pen like a catholic schoolgirl |
| Back in the first grade, thought you had it made |
| Got a tounge twister to catch a tounge blister |
| Sally sells seashells down by the seashore |
| How much wood could a woodchuck chuck more |
| No more twisters, for blisters blistex |
| Now youre confused, you whats this, whats next |
| Tables rotate, you will go rate |
| Try to locate, but dre wont negotiate |
| Slaughter toys say boys whats the science |
| You shugged your shoulders and «e «andres a giant» |
| Yeah, that was crazy funky. |
| yo, like I said, we two brothers just getting |
| Crazy funky in the studio and we gonna drop it like this… see ya! |