Lord Finesse And Dj Mike Smooth Bad Mutha Lyrics

Bad Mutha Lyrics

(Bad mutha)

[VERSE 1]
Turn up the radio better yet the
phonograph
And I'ma school the suckers who don't know the half
I'm not a
legend I'm real and actual
Bite my rhymes I get mad and come after you
I
don't front or pretend cause that's imaginary
I get funky with the use of
vocabulary
I'm more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide
When I dig in my
brain and say a fly rhyme
I might bust and say a little somethin
Get the
party pumpin, yo, that ain't nothin
So don't bore me, I've been
naughty
Even as a kid people said: "Look at shorty"
Back in the days I
had much attention
Speak of competition - man, listen
Even then I've
coulda been a funky star
At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey
bars
A little kid with the art of poetry
Nice for my age, but nobody
noticed me
Nowadays I tell it like it is
That makes my skill different
from her or his
I sport my skills on a F.M. frequency
Lettin people know
you better not sleep on me
I'm known as a smooth cool brother
A funky
technician, call me a (bad mutha)

[VERSE 2]
I play MC's like a game
of Mario Brothers
I hold my own, plus I can carry another's
Rhymes I make
strong and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his face wrong
I'm
the MC to fear and run from
Shockin so much you think I'm usin a stun
gun
I hold the title cause I'm the cool champ
If rap was money you'd be
rated as food stamp
You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?
You
can't get with Finesse, you're just jump change
You couldn't cut it even if
you had a hack-saw
You're just a rap that I laid a track for
Cause
records get mixed up, foes get ripped up
If a mic was a freak, I'd get my
tip sucked
So girls, don't sleep, don't even doze off
I'm good with a
mic, plus I'm good with my clothes off
And I'm no joke, far from a slow
poke
I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks
I got stamina,
lyrical examiner
Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor
Lord
Finesse parallel to no other
The smooth lover, and also the (bad
mutha)

[VERSE 3]
At a show I get fly and so legit
Gimme a mic
onstage and that's all over with
On a stage I'm straight up wildin
I can
kick a party like a brother from the Shaolin
Temple, I find it simple
I
get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples
Me take a loss? Not by a long
shot
Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock
Of the wrong man
put up on the wrong scoop
You got problems, what you're on, troop?
Raise
up, I light the whole stage up
So wild with the mic, I oughta be caged
up
I'm a brother you dare not lay a hand on
I leave you more bloodier
than a tampon
If you split, I'ma get you later
Rhymes more fresher than a
virgin in a frigerator
Take caution to what this brother say
Come correct
or turn around the other way
(Bad mutha) is the perfect description
Of me
rhymin or just plain flippin
I'm no joke when it comes around to that
I
start flippin when I hear the sound of rap
I'm enhanced to keep in step with
it
And surprise MC's cause you slept a bit
So wake up, my man cause
there's no time for dozin
My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been
chosen
From my brain which makes me insane
To gain some fame, Lord
Finesse is the name
To seek and blame cause I came and rearranged
My
style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game
I'm superior compared to
others
Call me Lord Finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)