Bad Mutha Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

(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)