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Lord Finesse f KRS-One - The Awakening

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[ KRS-One ]
Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One
Lyrical styles weigh a ton
Lord Finesse, we know you got skills
Come into the cypher and build
Chill out, all MC I kill
Come down

[ VERSE 1: Lord Finesse ]
Check it out, come on, here`s your chance to swing
With some ill muthafuckas, we don`t dance and sing
In `95 we out-jinglin
Servin `poetic justice` without that nigga John Singleton
I do my thing while the fans be jealin
Hey yo, I`m so dope, you better tap your man and tell him
I don`t fake moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers break fool
Just give me a beat with a bass groove
I`m mad funky, ask the experts
Cause I make you bob your head until your muthafuckin neck hurt
So don`t ask me to match, gee
Cause if you ain`t real, I`m bringin it to your face like acne
Now rappers run scams and flim-flams
On how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a tin man
They rap fast, tryin to stack cash
But on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin half-assed
Yellin and screamin like they got somethin
When they don`t got nothin, so them niggas need to stop frontin
Talkin how they be raggin shit
When I don`t know if them niggas are rappin or talkin muthafuckin Arabic
They act so ill, they no frills
They should go chill, they all mouth with no skills
When I`m around y`all feel funny
Cause I`m young makin funds like Shaquille O`Neal, money
You want any drama? You better wear plenty armor
I cut that ass like the chef at Benny Harner`s
The funky man`s in it to win it
We gotta keep it real yo, no muthafuckin gimmicks

Whoever make a hit they the best (That`s a gimmick)
You sell records based on how you dress (That`s a gimmick)
Hey yo, that tongue-twistin shit, that`s kinda fresh (That`s a gimmick)
What`s when you`re soft but you`re frontin like you`re stressed? (That`s a gimmick)
What`s when you`re only into rap to get paid? (That`s a gimmick)
What`s when you`re yellin and screamin up on stage? (That`s a gimmick)
When your career is numbered by days? (That`s a gimmick)
What`s when your lyrical style is just a faze? (That`s a gimmick)

[ VERSE 2: KRS-One ]
I guess yes y`all, to the beat y`all, bring in the street
Let me put my beeper on `vibrate`, so won`t hear it beep
Representin the street, concrete what I speak, yeah, I live it
Let it be known, KRS is not about a gimmick
I grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they stallin
I raise the mic stand, because I`m tall and I keep the crowd callin
I`m not like those other rappers talkin about the caps they peel
Punk, I battle MC`s for real
Fuck a record deal when you`re still into hip-hoppin
With your country ass, sound like you`re still pickin cotton
You get thrown across the room in that direction, listen
The lyrical teacher`s not the one you should be checkin
This is my eara, or era or eera, whatever, I`m mad clever
I shoop, you doop, you doop like Salt-N-Pepa
Lyrical terror, you should never ever come for mine
When I rhyme I clean up MC`s with the fresh smell of pine
I got skills, and it shows
You could slow or speed up the tempo, your style is fake like Janet Jackson`s nose
I`m sellin that real live shit, and you could get hurt
You`re sellin that fake shit like the Home Shopping Network
You got a lotta rhymes to battle in a second
But frankly the bottom line is: where`s your hit record?
You claim I`m jockin, you claim I`m on your dick, where`s your witness?
If i`m on your dick, my name has got to be syphilis
I come with lyrical physical fitness
Two months from now you will have bit this
Watch me light that ass up like Christmas
Don`t let me come out on that ass
Start flippin the lyrics I be kickin
Be hotter than curry chicken
So whether from the east or from the west
There`s no other KRS
I got force
I came to your town to set it off
So when Finesse goes `hit it`
I`ll never mimick
KRS-One could never use a gimmick

When you`re ridin the next rapper`s dick (That`s a gimmick)
When you`re R&B, and then you cold flip (That`s a gimmick)
Start rhymin hardcore just to get a hit (That`s a gimmick)
When yout get over, but your skills ain`t shit (That`s a gimmick)
When you rap, but you don`t have soul (That`s a gimmick)
When you cross over just to go gold (That`s a gimmick)
When you`re not a gangster, but portrayin a role (That`s a gimmick)
What`s when you shape in somebody else`s mould? (That`s a gimmick)

[ VERSE 3: Lord Finesse ]

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