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Lord Finesse & DJ Mike Smooth - Funky Technician lyrics
(Bad mutha)
 [VERSE 1] 
 Turn up the radio better yet the phonograph 
 And I'ma school the suckers who don't know the half 
 I'm not a legend I'm real and actual 
 Bite my rhymes I get mad and come after you 
 I don't front or pretend cause that's imaginary 
 I get funky with the use of vocabulary 
 I'm more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide 
 When I dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme 
 I might bust and say a little somethin 
 Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain't nothin 
 So don't bore me, I've been naughty 
 Even as a kid people said: "Look at shorty" 
 Back in the days I had much attention 
 Speak of competition - man, listen 
 Even then I've coulda been a funky star 
 At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey bars 
 A little kid with the art of poetry 
 Nice for my age, but nobody noticed me 
 Nowadays I tell it like it is 
 That makes my skill different from her or his 
 I sport my skills on a F.M. frequency 
 Lettin people know you better not sleep on me 
 I'm known as a smooth cool brother 
 A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha) 
 [VERSE 2] 
 I play MC's like a game of Mario Brothers 
 I hold my own, plus I can carry another's 
 Rhymes I make strong and watch em take form 
 On a sucker who steps out his face wrong 
 I'm the MC to fear and run from 
 Shockin so much you think I'm usin a stun gun 
 I hold the title cause I'm the cool champ 
 If rap was money you'd be rated as food stamp 
 You try to boast and toast, you go by what name? 
 You can't get with Finesse, you're just jump change 
 You couldn't cut it even if you had a hack-saw 
 You're just a rap that I laid a track for 
 Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up 
 If a mic was a freak, I'd get my tip sucked Lord Finesse & DJ Mike Smooth - Funky Technician - http://motolyrics.com/lord-finesse-and-dj-mike-smooth/funky-technician-lyrics.html
 So girls, don't sleep, don't even doze off 
 I'm good with a mic, plus I'm good with my clothes off 
 And I'm no joke, far from a slow poke 
 I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks 
 I got stamina, lyrical examiner 
 Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor 
 Lord Finesse parallel to no other 
 The smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha) 
 [VERSE 3] 
 At a show I get fly and so legit 
 Gimme a mic onstage and that's all over with 
 On a stage I'm straight up wildin 
 I can kick a party like a brother from the Shaolin 
 Temple, I find it simple 
 I get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples 
 Me take a loss? Not by a long shot 
 Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock 
 Of the wrong man put up on the wrong scoop 
 You got problems, what you're on, troop? 
 Raise up, I light the whole stage up 
 So wild with the mic, I oughta be caged up 
 I'm a brother you dare not lay a hand on 
 I leave you more bloodier than a tampon 
 If you split, I'ma get you later 
 Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigerator 
 Take caution to what this brother say 
 Come correct or turn around the other way 
 (Bad mutha) is the perfect description 
 Of me rhymin or just plain flippin 
 I'm no joke when it comes around to that 
 I start flippin when I hear the sound of rap 
 I'm enhanced to keep in step with it 
 And surprise MC's cause you slept a bit 
 So wake up, my man cause there's no time for dozin 
 My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosen 
 From my brain which makes me insane 
 To gain some fame, Lord Finesse is the name 
 To seek and blame cause I came and rearranged 
 My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game 
 I'm superior compared to others 
 Call me Lord Finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)

















