Slave to My Soundwave

[Lord Finesse] Hear the crowd, and get the stage set You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck Sit down, relax, as I drop facts Rhymes attract the crowd once I got em down pat I'm teachin the masses, join up for classes You're blind to the truth, so I'mma get you some glasses Cause as I flow, my rep start to grow And brothers don't diss me, cause they all know That I can get raw and hang with the rest of em Brothers be frontin, but Finesse'll be testin em As I rhyme, and strive for perfection It used to be mics, now it's girls I'm collectin Mike Smooth is on the Wheels of Fortune You don't want none so proceed with caution Clap along, you didn't know that I was that strong To kick a rap song on top of a platform A stage, when I speak I bring rage, shoot I kick my rhymes from page to page Get em down pat, when it's time for a hype track I don't scheme, cause I ain't livin like that I don't front when it's time for a autograph A Grammy award for rap is what I oughta have Made up, cause I ate up, most the comp' Set up a beat, and watch me stomp Like a boot, hot in pursuit, now tell me troop Do I keep the loot? Throw me a mic yo and watch me damage it Brothers run it, because they can't handle it Now MC's I amaze, shock and daze Just max -- you're a slave to my soundwave * Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" * [Lord Finesse] Now I'm a brother, who is far from booty It's Lord Finesse, the MC and yours truly Who will take your girl just like a known crook All I need is a mic and a phonebook Yo, I go on deep, don't need a gang to flip You try to copy, but can't even hang with it? Chill, yo, you can't master fool I drop science like a kid from Catholic school Back up, just give me some room to flip I get wild on the mic like some lunatic With the go, so watch me go Lord Finesse got a soul, and D so Suckers are gettin rich with no type of written hits But when approached by me they start shittin bricks I'm not sayin to jump or be scared of me But in a battle, just prepare to be Dissed and beaten, ripped up while I warm up Or step in range, and get that ass torn up Or get a beating like Kunta Kinte Cause ain't nothin happening steppin over this way Lookin all in my grill, don't even know when to chill Grabbin the mic, soundin like a imbecile A sucker, a pussy, a chump, a dodo Gettin booed, goin out like a homo Shut your trap, as I begin to rap Lord Finesse got skill, so just remember that Rhymes I say, express and send with force I get you hyped, like sexual intercourse Eat MC's like a dinner from Swanson Spring into action like the man Charles Bronson Step in my way you will get played When you're tunin, to the Lord Finesse soundwave * Mike Smooth cuts "You're a slave to my soundwave" * [Finesse] * talking while Smooth cuts * Yo just about now I wanna give a shout out To my DJ Mike Smooth, the brother Premier Slo-Mo on the engineerin tip once again The brother Chilly Dee, the brother Rhome Donald D, Ice-T, Kid Jazz, the brother Disco The rest of the Rhyme Syndicate King Sun, Build and Destroy Tragedy, and his DJ, Joe Fatal Peace