| Song | Back to Back Rhyming |
| Artist | Lord Finesse |
| Album | Funky Technician |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Andre The Giant ... | |
| 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! |
| zuo qu : Andre The Giant ... | |
| 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! |
| zuò qǔ : Andre The Giant ... | |
| 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! |