Lord Finesse And Dj Mike Smooth Slave To My Soundwave Lyrics

Slave To My Soundwave Lyrics

[Lord Finesse]
Hear the crowd and get the stage set
You still got time so
put a tape in your tape deck
Sit down relax as I drop facts
Rhymes
attract the crowd once I got em down pat
I'm teachin the masses join up for
classes
You're blind to the truth so I'ma get you some glasses
Cause as I
flow my rep start to grow
And brothers don't diss me cause they all
know
That I can get raw and hang with the rest of em
Brothers be frontin,
but Finesse'll be testin em
As I rhyme, and strive for perfection
It used
to be mics, now it's girls I'm collectin
Mike Smooth is on the Wheels of
Fortune
You don't want none so proceed with caution
Clap along, you
didn't know that I was that strong
to kick a rap song on top of a
platform
A stage, when I speak I bring rage, shoot
I kick my rhymes from
page to page
Get em down pat, when it's time for a hype track
I don't
scheme, cause I ain't livin like that
I don't front when it's time for a
autograph
A Grammy award for rap is what I oughta have
made up, cause I
ate up, most the comp'
Set up a beat, and watch me stomp
like a boot, hot
in pursuit, now tell me troop
Do I keep the loot?
Throw me a mic yo and
watch me damage it
Brothers run it, because they can't handle it
Now MC's
I amaze, shock and daze
Just max -- you're a slave to my soundwave

*
Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" *

[Lord
Finesse]
Now I'm a brother, who is far from booty
It's Lord Finesse, the
MC and yours truly
who will take your girl just like a known crook
All I
need is a mic and a phonebook
Yo, I go on deep, don't need a gang to
flip
You try to copy, but can't even hang with it?
Chill, yo, you can't
master fool
I drop science like a kid from Catholic school
Back up, just
give me some room to flip
I get wild on the mic like some lunatic
with
the go, so watch me go
Lord Finesse got a soul, and D so
suckers are
gettin rich with no type of written hits
But when approached by me they
start shittin bricks
I'm not sayin to jump or be scared of me
But in a
battle, just prepare to be
dissed and beaten, ripped up while I warm
up
or step in range, and get that ass torn up
Or get a beating like Kunta
Kinte
Cause ain't nothin happening steppin over this way
Lookin all in my
grill, don't even know when to chill
Grabbin the mic, soundin like a
imbecile
A sucker, a pussy, a chump, a dodo
Gettin booed, goin out like a
homo
Shut your trap, as I begin to rap
Lord Finesse got skill, so just
remember that
rhymes I say, express and send with force
I get you hyped,
like sexual intercourse
Eat MC's like a dinner from Swanson
Spring into
action like the man Charles Bronson
Step in my way you will get
played
when you're tunin, to the Lord Finesse soundwave

* Mike Smooth
cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" *

[Finesse] * talking while Smooth
cuts *
Yo just about now I wanna give a shout out
to my DJ Mike Smooth,
the brother Premier
Slo-Mo on the engineerin tip once again
The brother
Chilly Dee, the brother Rhome
Donald D, Ice-T, Kid Jazz, the brother
Disco
The rest of the Rhyme Syndicate
King Sun, Build and
Destroy
Tragedy, and his DJ, Joe Fatal
Peace