[finesse]   Yeah...just about now in the studio, I'm cooling out with scratchmaster   Rahiem, andre the giant, my dj mike smooth, shlomo on the engineering   Tip, my man dj premier from gangstarr...we're gonna kick this off   Something funky for this track, know what I'm saying?       Now when it comes to rhymes, I'll drop a swift one   ('they'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - rakim)   I'm the rap senator, ake about ten of ya   The best mc on the southeast perimeter   Equipped to flip with the slip of a lip   So dance, hop, or skip or shake your hips   Cause I'll wax and tax, eat ya up like a kit kat   Don't even riff back, I ain't with that   Skillful sharp with the words of an index   Spark and glow mc's like windex   Swifter, faster, microphone master   Lord finesse writes rhymes by the chapter   Adapt to rap but I won't even break yet   So damn hype that I might blow your tape deck   Full grown, stoned to the bone   Write rhymes and poems just to get known   Superior sargeant, take your whole squadren   Toast mc's, eat em up with margin   Cause I'm smart like einstein, I say the fly lines   I get funky while you play the sidelines   Here to take care of you, never sound terrible   Ready equipped, cause I'm always available   To rag, snag, and rip the mic   Cause me and dre will get ya hyped   On top in rank and I plan to stay there   The funkiest poet out since shakespeare   Take note of this soloist, cause I'm a pro at this   Even make the crippled want to get up and go to this   Now mc's try to get rid of me   But, I won't fall in negativity   Cause I'm well respected, lord that's majestic   Rhymes are written by thoughts that's selected   Released in public, but not as a subject   Many are below it but not quite above it   Dre my brother, drop the know how   One, two three, here we go now      [a.g.]   Finesse, it's my turn to kick a swift one   ('they'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - rakim)   You know an mc, well tell him to hybernate   Cause dre smooth is flowing at a liver rate   You knock em out the box, I'm knocking niggas out   You fear the giant, well money live it out   I'm not a punk, far from a chump   You sleep at all, and you will fall from the top bunk   I'm dropping math, science, and all that other shit   Step in the studio, it's just another hit   Take about ten from beginning to end   Don't mean to brag, but I am what I am   And that's a mean machine, a dream machine   You say, "golly polly, dre's a jolly green   Giant" and you're not half or even semi   You say "is he? " I say "am i? "   The one you fear cause it's near   The time for your death so step to the rear   Now get off, let off, step off cause you're soft   Stop blushing I'm rushing/russian like mikael gorbechov   Special tactics, you can't hack this   Brothers ain't half stepping, they're walking backwards   You can't get near, if you do, you're near here   Stepping to me like a man in a wheelchair   Pressure's like a new pearl, you're in a new world   I run with just a pen like a catholic schoolgirl   Back in the first grade, thought you had it made   Got a tounge twister to catch a tounge blister   Sally sells seashells down by the seashore   How much wood could a woodchuck chuck more   No more twisters, for blisters blistex   Now you're confused, you what's this, what's next   Tables rotate, you will go rate   Try to locate, but dre won't negotiate   Slaughter toys say boys what's the science   You shugged your shoulders and quote "andre's a giant"      [finesse]   Yeah, that was crazy funky. yo, like I said, we two brothers just getting   Crazy funky in the studio and we gonna drop it like this...see ya!