Music Lyrics Check The Method by Lord Finesse



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Its like that, yall, check it out now (yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x) Fuck that, you know whos bigger Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas Fuck those who spread rumors, I didnt retire Even though you got all these lord finesse juniors Trying to get hype and rip mics They just imitators that cant quite get my shit right So wont yall just face it That yall sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift Wanna battle, Im all for it When it comes to this, Ive been through more shit than a toilet Now we could get wild and search for peace Cause right now Im chillin, like the nigga home on work release And even on a lover tip Ill still wax brothers quick When I do my thing I be on some old other shit Niggas I slaughter, just to bring order Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water Its like that, yall, check it out now (yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 2x) Now its the dictator whose styles greater Its the man with more flavors than motherfucking now & laters And rappers I hit em well They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give em hell Yeah, so dont try to front, troop When your style is played out like an osh-kosh jumpsuit Huh, Im out to collect figures Im on some wu-tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga I dont front like a man on a high horse But yo, I make more noise than july 4th So run, son, I aint the one, bum, who dial 911 If you dont, yous a motherfucking dumb dumb Im not a role model, Im a bad figure When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga I got it locked like a warden Rap without finesse, thats like the nba without jordan So all you new jacks kicking wack raps its a fact that Ill be on your fucking back like a napsack It aint shit you can tell me Cause the ladies still jel me without an lp Its like that, yall, check it out now (yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x) Its like that yall, and I keep figures Its the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street nigga Lord finesse got the swift rap and You dont need dionne warwick and them psychic friends to predict that In years to come Im bound to shine Give me a mic and a minute, Ill show niggas I get down for mine Word life, you know the haps Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached Man listen, I got plenty rhymes When it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mine Word, cause I slay ya fast Whether youre the best mc with a mic, or youre straight up trash My lyrics excel, hops From the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks No dought I got clout I gotta give a shout (to who? ) to my brother show when Im out Its like that, yall, check it out now (yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x)




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