Lord Finesse: Brainstorm/p.s.k. (no Gimmicks Remix)
aus dem Album: Awakening
Songtext:
Now we found out, some time ago that if you take a whole group of really Folienbeschriftung Köln Superbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll make some music whether or not Somebody else thought it was hip or not. You know, they be ok. You dig? Somebody's got to start it.
Verse one: o.c.
It's like me against anyone First full verse is spontaneous, combustion thrusts me No rapper can dust me Bounced upon the scene with a theme, word...life I cut fantasy out cause i differ from a dream Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you assumed I fell victim to, hip-hop blues You way off i stay on tour often rockin spots On the california coast, range you know back to boston Enforcin my theory, leavin rappers teary-eyed Fly most who came and thought they had stride You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for nothin Half of y'all crumbs are just soft like muffins I bake, masterpieces, sharper thesis Y'all candy coated motherfuckers stink like feces Needless to say, are these running shoes yours? You retreated when i gave out head for wars My microphone set is immensely brick wall Solid in and out you slept so now snore Who got my back, you ask lord and blastmaster Unorthodox, combinations from the masters Mics i menace, when it's finished You get an understanding of what we bringin, no gimmicks
Verse two: lord finesse
My decision is precision, i'm ill in ways you can't vision I got niggaz worshippin lord finesse like religion You can't fuck around, you're kiddin You don't want no collision, you better fly south like a pigeon Good riddance, i flip flows you can't imagine I break down your flintstone style, into fragments So pay attention to the man rappin Don't think that it can't, i'm livin proof, it can happen I reign supreme logical, verbally, i drop it in ways That you never dreamed possible So lyrically, i personally figure That my harvard style, is too deep for you nursery niggaz When i clutch the mic, i'm comin rough and right I build more than them workers on construction sights I'm skilled at it, i'm illmatic So yes answers your question if you ask me do i still have it I'm the realest, the illest Comin out the woodwork, like them homos in the village But seriously, i'm got the remedy If i's at the bottom of the toilet You niggaz still couldn't shit on me Originally, it's the same the vet I'm on that get rich list, but they didn't call my name yet I make it special like a prom night i bomb mics While other brothers are old news like walter kronkite It's critical, you got these xerox individuals But word life, it ain't nothin like the original I wreck kids, that's my theory and perspective When it comes to hip-hop, i'm on the case like detectives You better step to the next man Cause the greatest soccer player couldn't kick it like finesse can
Verse three: krs-one
This is the scientific extra-prolific terrific Mystic simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric When you hear it or hear me, runnin through the scrimmages You see images, affecting your sight to make you go (yo there he is! no there he is!) no here he is Rockin your superiors, in your hardest area Your lyrical skills are inferior It's because your video that they cheer for ya I'll take care of ya, quickly, cause i cannot take it Your weak head needs to be decapitated Cause you fake it If your heart was caffeine, well you're now decaffeinated You scream battle but it's the end of your career You anticipate it, i hate itcareer ended, how splendid For wack mc's i come doctor recommended
Haha! you know whassup when lord finesse up in the piece All you wack ass rappers better go rewrite your album O.c. in the house, krs in the house, yeah New york style in the house, yeah Bdp crew in the house, yeah...
