Baby, You Nasty (New Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere I'm spectacular, so damn terrifyin' That wack MC's don't think about ever tryin' To diss or flip, 'cause what it boils down to You won't survive to step to me in round 2 I stand, and expand like a great man And swing a party like Tarzan, the ape man Say rhymes that are necessary, make 'em extra-scary Watch Finesse and take notes like a secretary I get furious, display experience Lord Finesse is nasty, period! [Hook] You nasty, baby! You... nasty, baby! You... na... nasty, baby! [Verse 2] Lord Finesse in effect with the master rap And I flip on the mic like a acrobat I won't fret, step, but I'll make a rep Usin' vinyl, wax or tape cassette Think I'm weak? Take your next look And get schooled and read like a textbook 'Cause I'm the better man, and I never ran MC beat me? I give credit to whoever can 'Cause I terrify, scare and horrify Couldn't win against me if you let your father try Hang and socialize, rhymes just multiply Me and Mike get with it 'cause we both are fly Lyrical lecture, word architecture Rap director, the best in my sector Microphone cool chief releasin' the smooth speech I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf [Hook] You nasty, baby! You na-nasty, baby! You.. na-na... na-na nasty, baby! [Verse 3] Lyrical summary — there's only one of me Lord Finesse is far from a wannabe 'Cause I can get funky and smooth like cashmere And slay a rapper with rhymes I said last year So don't try roastin' or toastin' me, or even approachin' me I break you physically and emotionally So damn fly at this, so don't even try to diss Put rhymes together like a stupid mad scientist In a laboratory, I'm a brother with a badder story Lord Finesse stand tops in my category MC's are petrified with nowhere left to hide I slay a rapper and go, "What's up? Who's next to try?" I ain't havin' it, poetical graduate And me get whipped by who? Imagine it! MC's are in jeopardy as soon as they step to me I'm the man ladies break they neck to see Highly explosive and nothin' to joke with 'Cause I can get funky on a fast or a slow tip 'Cause I'm badder, but it doesn't matter Sharp like a dagger, able to rag a Booty MC who dares try to play me 'Cause even the ladies tell me — "You nasty, baby!" [Hook] You na-na, na-nasty, baby! You... nasty, baby! You.. na... nasty, baby! You... nasty, baby! [Verse 4] I rock the science and drop the math And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts and Crafts Foes mumble, babble, get crushed 'cause they fragile Release more words than in three games of Scrabble MC Lord Finesse, I reign with supremacy I take one, two or a team of three Or ten of 'em, 'cause I could never sound feminine When gettin' funky for the ladies and gentlemen Remarkable, I came to rock the show Wax MC's like a bottle of Mopping Glow Lord of rap, and many can't afford to snap And I throw and score like a quarterback Shoot for the touchdown, I'm from Uptown Lord Finesse in effect, so what's up now?! Rhyme, slide and glide, but fit perfectly A swift genius, but no need to worship me I remain hot to make your brain drop 'Cause I'm a river, and you're just a raindrop Bronx is where I come from, far from a dum-dum Brothers be runnin' just to dial 9-1-1 Lord Finesse in effect to get loose now My pockets stay fat like a goose down I use the master brain to drive in a faster lane Puttin' rhymes in shape just like Jack LaLanne Fix it, balance it 'cause I'm talented I write fly lyrics and dare others to come challenge it I can get nifty, funky or even fancy (Baby, that's nasty!) I know, but yo, let's just flow 'Cause fast or slow, I still get the dough And the ladies to cheer and praise me And tell me when I rhyme — "You nasty, baby!" [Hook] You na-na... nasty, baby! You na-na-na... nasty, baby! You... nasty, baby! Na-na-na-na-nasty, baby! You na- nasty, baby! You na-nasty, baby! You... nasty, baby! You, na-na na... na-na-na... na-na-na... na-na-na... Na-na na... na-na-na... na-na-nasty, baby!