Big L, Lord Finesse - '92 Rock N. Wills Audition lyrics

A yo, I got the gift of gab to lift and grab
The mic and recite hype rhymes
That'll rip and rag and drag a fag MC
Who likes to nag a lot and brag a lot
Talkin' about the lyrics that he have are hot
Step to this and get lit like a candle, troop
Rhymes I hook up
MC's I cook up like Campbell's Soup
I throw rhymes like a quarterback
Front and you'll get bust
And dust and crushed
Bum rushed, and all of that
Rhymes never sound whack 'cause I
Got 'em down pat your rulin' time is over
So gimme your crown, jack
I get hype fast, and MC's might last
A minute with me
Because their rhymes are light as a feather
And mines are heavy like a big brick
Rappers catch a fit quick when
I start to kick shit
And I record my battles on a camcorder
So I can sit back and watch me manslaughter
MC's that tried to get wit' me hops
That's why they all got tooken
Out like a Bensi box
The crown is still mine 'cause
I kick ill rhymes
A lotta rappers talk that murder
Shit and couldn't kill time
Or beat eggs or whip cream
I'm smoother than Vaseline
And I'm a stone cold rappin' fiend
A lot of new jacks are comin' out
But that's cool
'Cause, I'm the principal of the new school

Yeah, aight, check it out
I control the microphone like a robot
My lyrics are so hot, props I got a whole lot
'Cause wit' a pen and some paper
This man makes rhymes that're so damn great
With flavor like pancakes
I'm kickin' rhymes like a game of kickball
I'm rough like a brick wall
MC's take a big fall
For tryin' to get wit' this
I'm too swift wit' this
A microphone murderer full with magnificence
A def rapper, and also a swell one
In a battle, I cook MC's well done
My hit's are consecutive
I'm a lyrical executive
Bite my rhymes and I won't let you live
So to be safe on the microphone, homes
Recite your own poems, or get your dome flown
Or put in a boot camp, L is the new champ
I'm not the type to go out like a food stamp
I'm throwin' rhymes like a pitcher
Throws a curve ball
And I'ma serve all punks that try to brawl
So stop sleepin' on me, don't even doze, hops
Or I'm a heat you up and
Eat you up like Stove Top
Stuffin', I'm bum rushin'
Shorts I'm takin' none
My rhymes weigh a ton, I'm not fakin', son
You're the one who's fakin'
Tryin' to be a duplicate
Can't kick stupid shit, tell you the truth
You should quit rappin', start snappin'
'cause all you is a joke
Battle L and get smoked yo, I overthrow ya
And have ya screamin' like a rollercoaster
Guzzle you down like a small cup o' Coca-Cola
I'm goin' through MC's like a ransack
Stand back, as I cruise smooth like a Am Trak
Your rhymes are rusty, G
You can't fuck with me
That's why you're hidin'
In protective custody
L's not the one and I keep MC's runnin'
I hurt 'em like bunions
Make 'em cry like onions
I'm a lyrical fighter and
I'm brighter than Einstein
Try to bite my lines and
You'll get a size nine
Foot put in your ass for bein' a crook
Hit with a vital hook and get your title took
Yeah, I'ma pass it to my man

Now check it out
I'm a get paid for the 1990's
I don't care who likes me
Or who stands behind me
The man to peep, far from weak so don't sleep
From stage to streets, I still go one deep
So save that off the wall bullshit
Ya get had son
Fuck around, grab the mic and catch a bad one
I come correct and strapped to bust a ill rap
Me take a loss to who? Ya oughta kill that
Back up, slack up
Give a brother some head room
Hype on the mic, amazin' in the bedroom
Girls like me cause I'm
Straight and don't sidestep
I do shit Jack LaLanne ain't tried yet
Ask any female, bet you she'll say I'm good
That's why I'm Finesse
Porn star of the neighborhood
Yeah, cause I kick slicker raps
It's Lord Finesse, so bow and tip your hat
And make way cause I get plenty say
And those who don't like me I
Don't give a shit anyway
Cause when it comes to lyrics
I always find somethin'
That make brothers press the rewind button
I'm a get mine, tell me what you're gonna do?
Cause ya couldn't see me if ya wanted to
Get who you want
Shit you could call the cops
But for now, I'm gettin' all my props
I reign terror, whatever's clever
I'm cooler than The Mack
And Shaft put together
So chill, don't try to get ill dummy
Me get stomped by who? Be for real, money
I'm not havin' it so go on
And get your best group
You'll see why they call me Lord Finesse
Troop i eat 'em like sandwiches
Send 'em home in bandages gimme that mic
I'll show you what doin' damage is
Nice, swift and deeper than quicksand
I'm takin' out opponents like a hit man
I get the crowd hype like a sorta drug
It's Lord Finesse
Who the fuck you thought it was?
I lounge and chill but still could get ill
I'm live and real with skill beyond skill
Pull girls like a lasso
Keep the crazy cash flow
A nigga beat me on the
Mic? Don't be an asshole
I'm indestructible so bring in a substitute
What's up with a battle? Yo
I can't fuck with you

I'm intellectual, gettin' the best of you
I eat MCs like the food at a festival
Drop science and math stand
Tall like a giraffe
Completin' the…task, breakin' rappers in half
Puttin' suckers out of it
Yeah I talk a lot of shit
But when it comes to rhymes
I deserve a fuckin' scholarship
Won't front or perp the role
I get the most of hoes
I'm so cool, I've got pussy on remote control
Whether you're a virgin or a
Bad lookin' hot sister
I'm baggin' up bitches like a shoplifter
So Lord Finesse is not the one to fool
I was gettin' sex since
They first invented Underoos so set it off
No time to rehearse the rappin'
It's Lord Finesse
So prepare for the worst to happen
Mics get ripped up, good times get tucked
Throw your hands in the air
Suckers keep your lips shut
Cause ya'll wanna waste time
Sayin' them fake rhymes
Gimme my respect and props or I'm a take mine
Cause, I ain't nothin' to play with
And fuckin' with me ya need more
Than a first aid kit
So, it's better that ya chill and max with me
I'm sendin' out warnin's quicker
Than a fax machine
I get funky and kick it so let's get wit' it
Opponents who think they can hang
Y'all can forget it
I sit and write rhymes, makin' up hype lines
Achievin' shit you couldn't do in a lifetime
So don't care me and compare
Me to those other brothers
I'm Lord Finesse and I'm
One bad ass muthafucker
I'm doin' MCs as ya hire 'em
Bustin' they ass and make 'em
Sign up for retirement
Without doubt I'm a brother
With all the clout whoever said I'm whack
What the fuck is they talkin' about?
Yeah, you don't stop, so L, my man my brother
Tear shit up you bad muthafucker

Yo I'm the microphone murderer
And I'm known for bustin' mad caps
I was in rag tracks with rhymes that backslap
'Causin' a nightmare, I don't fight fair
Niggas playin' hard rock
Hopin' they might scare
The B-IG-L but I'm not to be fucked wit'
You're tryin' to take your idol's title?
You on some bugged shit
I keep the women fiendin' and
Screamin' for my smooth shit
My rhymes are mad thick and yours
Is thin as a pool stick
Fuck it, bust it, I like it rough and rugged
Your style is wick whack and
Played out like nugget
Bracelets, face this, you can't erase this
Escape this
Break this, take this, cause I bake this
I get so loose on beats that I produce
Niggas be frontin' crazy hard
And got no juice
They softer than paper plates
The lyrics I make is great
A few sheets of loose leaf and a Erasermate
Is all I need to write
Rhymes that are extra fly
Mics I wreck and fry, rappers I petrify
Pack a fo' fif' with eight shots
With one you get popped
And now you're locked in a box, dead
With no props
I'm not jokin', there's no time for snappin'
Niggas that be yappin', I'm puttin' caps in
So base up or get sprayed up to the waist up
You'll get found faced up
Police can't trace up
Fingerprints, why? Because I
Leave no evidence
Big L's the name, one three
Nine is the residence, peace