Praise The Lord Lyrics - Lord Finesse

This is not a classroom, so put your hands down 

Aww fuck it, let me tell you who I am now 

Finesse is my nickname, the way that I kick game 

Girls don't try to figure me out, cause it's a dick thang 

I kick rhymes, with beats that slam with force 

I'm so gifted my name should be santa claus 

Cause I flow, in fact I got the better show 

I'm the baddest motherfucker that you'll ever know 

I get hype and live on a party tip 

I kick more ass than the star of a karate flick 

So just chill, don't even play yourself 

Grab a seat watch finesse, behave yourself 

I school mc's on the r-a-p scoop 

If you wanna diss me that's ok with me troop 

I finish the album, I'm still kickin new shit 

So step to this you'll get snapped like a toothpick 

And those who think, finesse is in last place 

You gets the bozack and the motherfuckin gas face 

Yeah, keep your distance 

Bite one rhyme I'll be forced to put a fist in action 

Or motion, cause I've got the potion 

My frame of mind is deep like the ocean 

Call me jaws because I'm eatin yours 

Or call me a star because I go on tours 

Or call me swift because it ain't no myth 

A brother got a rift then I'm forced to lift 

That means kill deceased when a brother got a beef 

I swell up eyes or I knock out teeth 

Now you can't beat this or even get with this 

Watch mike smooth spin it back with the quickness 

* dj mike smooth cuts n scratches * 

[lord finesse] 

Make way for the brother called finesse 

The man with the s on his chest, can't even mess 

With the player, funky rhyme sayer 

I make crazy paper, whenever I kick the flavor 

Attract or I'll rag it, shit gets dramatic 

Suckers had it, bitches cling like static 

I'm a brother that people wanna see more 

Mc'sll get rode up and down like a see-saw 

Or played like blackjack as I kick a fat rap 

Those that're rude or intrude'll get a backslap 

Cause I get raw, or smooth like camay 

Fuckin plan b! I'm gettin over with plan a! 

I can show and prove why brothers can't last with me 

.. as soon as the mic gets passed to me 

Y'all need to chill, cause y'all over the hill 

Mc's that can't deal need to leave the field 

.. and head for the back door 

Cause if it wasn't a lord finesse, then who would you clap for? 

Don't let your friends soup you up and gas you 

Cause I fuck you up, and kick your crew ass too 

I stand superior, from here to siberia 

That's why when I'm around, brothers leave the area 

I'm the type to wreck a show, scoop then sex a hoe 

Then I cool the fuck out like a eskimo 

So hold on, better yet you better hang on 

Shit, I break a motherfucker like a crayon 

Punks who don't know, you know I'm gonna school em 

They touch my mic, they got a ass-whippin comin to em 

Cause I get raw off a bass drum 

I make strong moves but shit, I never fake none 

The smooth celebrity, none is ahead of me 

You say you're sorry, well you damn well better be 

I get raw, I'm not the type to slip and fall 

When I get up and perform my shit for y'all 

I'm not havin it, I wish a nigga would answer me 

I flip faster than a brother on a trampoline 

Set it off real quick, drop the crazy ill shit 

So stop sweatin me, get off the dilznick 

I'm waitin for those, who wanna flip 

Cause this ain't as funky as I'm gonna get 

On a fast tip, I still drop the mad shit 

Come one come all, step up, you'll get your ass whipped 

When it comes to skills I'm all that plus more 

Throw your hands in the air, and praise the lord 

* dj mike smooth cuts n scratches *