True & Livin' Lyrics - Lord Finesse

[ verse 1 ] 

You know the plan, gee, I rip any mic you hand me 

I been down, this ain't no muthafuckin brandy 

It's lord finesse, yeah, you know it 

It's that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics 

You know I be slammin suckers 

When I'm not on the mic, I'm makin more moves than a dance instructor 

I have no passion for rhymers 

Nowadays I come with more styles than fashion designers 

Rappers be cold frontin 

They like forrest gump (why? ) them niggas don't know nothin 

So watch how I hit em 

In '95 and beyond lord finesse is true and livin 

[ verse 2 ] 

I don't have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools 

I play it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels 

I get props and never fail, hops 

The stuff I'm deliverin you can't get in your mailbox 

I won't sink the way my brain thinks 

When it comes to crews, I'm connected like a chain link 

I'm out to make large figures 

You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn't pull my fuckin card, nigga 

I'm so bad with the vocab 

That's only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half 

I'm no stranger, more like danger 

Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber 

I get more props, I'm raw, hops 

With the sure shot that's guaranteed to make all you girls' drawers drop 

So peep my funk style of rhythm 

Word life, kid, I'm true and livin 

[ verse 3 ] 

Now it's the funkyman, and niggas can't see me 

When I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti 

Cause whether fast or somethin slow 

I'm bad like michael jackson, only thing is, I'm fuckin, though 

Hey yo, so just save it 

I'm one of the funkiest, plus the underground favorite 

That got astoundin rhymes 

That'll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mines 

I make your whole platoon nervous 

Tryin to get live, I bring it to that ass like fuckin room service 

What you gonna do when I hunt you down 

You could have a freak on a ferris wheel, you still couldn't fuck around 

This is how it goes when finesse raps 

When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I don't stress that 

It'as the man that be rappin clever 

That's why I'm gonna shine forever, like paddened leather 

Have no fear, I kick it simple and so clear 

Fuck making your day, I got some shit for your whole year 

I don't know why these crews be frontin 

They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin nothin 

I put niggas on curfews, I hurt crews 

My style is harder than the heel on fuckin church shoes 

Wanna wear my shoes, you can't fit em 

In years to come I be true and livin