Set it Off Troop

Lord Finesse

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    Lord Finesse - Set it Off Troop

    Yeah yeah, we cold in effect for '92
    Yo Showbiz, let's take 'em uptown
    Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I'm
    saying?
    I'm gonna do this

    Set it off troop! Get busy! (With your black ass) (Repeat 4x)

    I shoot and throw rhymes, get paid the whole nine
    Microphone check 1, 2, yeah it's showtime
    I gain fame when I entertain and make shit plain
    Blowing motherfuckers out the frame
    Cause niggas try and diss me, mock me, knock me
    Try to like copy, but motherfuckers sound sloppy
    I'm a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble bigger
    And when you hear me don't compare me to them other niggas
    And fuck the heresay
    Cause I hem a nigga up like motherfucking flare legs
    And brothers that's trash I crush 'em fast
    Straight up and down, fuck around and I'll bust that ass
    Word, I serve opponents to the curb
    I let you know I'm not the motherfucking herb
    And if you thought I was well you figured wrong
    Some brothers think they can hang, but what them motherfucking
    niggas on?
    Run son, I ain't the one bum, so dial 9-1-1
    If you thought you was a motherfucking dum dum
    Stand back, cause I drop knowledge, son
    I school more niggas than a fucking Negro College fund

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    Set it off troop! Get busy! (With your black ass) (Repeat 4x)

    One two yeah, and let's flip
    Suckers better skip town cause I'm a kick some shit now
    The style they hope to get, they can't cope with this
    That's why they playing the back, taking notes and shit
    They got problems just flipping poems
    So whatever they smoking they'd better leave that shit alone
    And y'all want to play hardball talking about
    Tearing shit up, man you couldn't rip a cardboard
    So don't sleep cause I'm a young fella
    When I rain on that ass you'll need more than an umbrella
    I'm no joke on a rap tip
    I'll put my foot so far up your ass you'll be sitting on my lap,
    shit
    I'm cooler than Superfly
    I still get the girls without a motherfucking suit and tie
    I keep a hoodie and a low one
    Who's down with OPP? Yeah, I see you when my show's done
    Mess around, I flip your frown
    You suckers better step, but young ladies just stick around

    Set it off troop! Get busy! (With your black ass) (Repeat 2x)

    It's like that y'all, and I'm a keep flowing
    So Showbiz keep the motherfucking beat going
    Cause I'm a keep doing my thang
    I'm straight making papes so everything's Kool & the Gang
    I'm all about cash and females with bad figures
    I don't have the time to be dealing with them crab niggas
    And speaking on who's bad
    I've been a bad motherfucker since niggas was wearing doo rags
    It ain't no puzz or a riddle, see
    Motherfuckers trying to hang but they belong in the little
    leagues
    Talking bout they can rag Finesse
    Shit, I smoke them niggas like a bag of cess
    Wrapped up in bamboo paper
    Cause every time I get the chance I always kick some brand new
    flavor
    I can drive any child crazy
    And why don't I dance? Cause that's not my style, baby
    Girls claim I don't excite them
    If I was singing and dancing then them hoes would be "I
    like him!"
    Yeah, that shit is so game
    You wanna see a nigga dance then watch the motherfucking Soul
    Train
    I'm hardcore, I'm not changing or chancing it
    I'm real ill with skills so fuck all that dancing shit
    And while I'm hanging niggas up like the Son of Sam
    Let them other motherfuckers do the Running Man
    Try and launch, you still couldn't harm this
    Huh, I'll blow your monkey ass out the contest
    On video or TV, tour bench or CD
    LP or EP, them niggas can't see me
    Yeah, so don't try to get fash, clown
    As quick as you come, I sit your monkey ass down
    Trying to hang with the man, maybe one day fool
    But for now save that praying for Sunday school
    Cause I'm a meanace that's in this to the finish
    And if I think I'm all that then that's my motherfucking
    business
    I'm about to catch wreck (step to it kid)
    (Who's the motherfucking man?) Y'all know who it is

    Set it off troop! Get busy! (With your black ass) (Repeat 2x)

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    Composición: Robert Hall

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