Lord Finesse - True And Livin' (Instrumental) 

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Old school hip-hop LORD FINESSE true and livin music

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You know The plan, G. I’ll rip any mic you hand me I’ve been down, this ain’t no motherfucking Brandy It’s Lord Finesse, yeah, you know it. It’s that Funky type poet that get loose like aerobics You know I be slamming suckers. When I’m Not on the mic, I’m making more moves than a dance instructor I have no passion for rhymers Nowadays, I come with more styles than fashion designers Rappers be cold fronting, they’re like Forrest Gump (Why?), them niggas don’t know nothing So watch how I hit ‘em In ‘95 and beyond, Lord Finesse is true and living [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] I don’t have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools I’ll play it cool and smooth and, like, drop jewels I get props and never fail, hops The stuff I’m delivering 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 fucking 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 playing Russian Roulette with five bullets in the chamber I get more props, I’m raw, hops, with the sure Shot that’s guaranteed to make all your girls’ drawers drop So peep my funk style of rhythm Word life, kid (What’s up?), I’m true and living [Verse 3: Lord Finesse] Now it’s The Funky Man, and niggas can’t see me (Right) When I grab the mic, you better play the wall like graffiti ‘Cause whether fast or something slow I’m “Bad” like Michael Jackson, only thing is I’m fucking dope Ayyo, so just save it. I’m one of The funkiest, plus the underground favorite That got astounding rhymes that’ll make Your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mine I’ll make your whole platoon nervous trying to get live I’ll bring it to that ass like fucking 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 sleeping on a nigga, but I don’t stress that It’s the man that be rapping clever-that’s why I’m gonna shine forever like patent 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 fronting-they could have Three U-Haul trucks and still won’t be moving nothing I put niggas on curfews, I hurt crews My style is harder than the heel on fucking church shoes Wanna wear my shoes? You can’t fit ‘em In years to come, I’ll be true and living

Prime nas over this beat

The only one that's hung on this jury, Catch wind like my lungs are observing, I'm fighting with my doctors I don't want you to cure me, Fuck a seasoning I need arsenic in my curry,, Fighting my higher self on Murray, Talking to myself but it don't concern me, So disturbing how my flows emerging, You bunch of bots could never pass the Turing,, Stand on business till the profit crumbles, My hunger rumbles cause a seismologist to huddle, The pre traumatic lethal addict huffing gas from out a rocket shuttle, I'm so shallow that I talk to puddles, I can chase you while I'm running from you,, You'll often stumble when I'm trip tripping on the beats, I sit with anomalies absorbing their philosophies, Calling up my buds like I called a green, (collard green) My prophecy's to lock emcees inside a pot of steam,, A word salad couldn't sell your album even if it was free, You'll have dry mouth spitting with me, The prenatal eulogy writer, View your funeral before your losing vitals,,