Slave To My Soundwave Lyrics - Lord Finesse

[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" *