praise the lord lyrics – esterlyn

this is not a cl*ssroom so put your hands down
aww f*ck 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 d*ck 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 motherf*cker that you’ll ever know
i get hype and live on a party tip
i kick more *ss 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 alb*m, i’m still kickin new sh*t
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 motherf*ckin 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, sh*t gets dramatic
suckers had it, b*tches 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
f*ckin 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 p*ssed 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 f*ck you up, and kick your crew *ss 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 s*x a hoe
then i cool the f*ck out like a eskimo

so hold on, better yet you better hang on
sh*t, i break a motherf*cker like a crayon
punks who don’t know, you know i’m gonna school em
they touch my mic, they got a *ss-whippin comin to em
cause i get raw off a b*ss drum
i make strong moves but sh*t, i never fake none
the smooth celebrity, none is ahead of me
you say you’re sorry, well you d*mn well better be
i get raw, i’m not the type to slip and fall
when i get up and perform my sh*t for y’all
i’m not havin it, i wish a n*gg* would answer me
i flip faster than a brother on a trampoline
set it off real quick, drop the crazy ill sh*t
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 sh*t
come one come all, step up, you’ll get your *ss 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 *

/ esterlyn lyrics