O'Lord

Lord Finesse: Check it out, check it out
O.C.: It’s going on
Lord Finesse: One time for your motherfucking mind. Live for the ‘95.
I’m in here with the one and only
O.C.: Phenomenon
Lord Finesse: The brother O. C
O.C.: Yeah
Lord Finesse: As we max in here, on the EP intermission, you know what I’m
saying? D.I.T.C. in the house
O.C.: In the motherfucking house
Lord Finesse: But I ain’t gonna hog it. I’ma pass it
As though
To noise, kick poison, strike a poise
The debonair share space, impair with flair. L-O-
-R-D F-I-N-E-double-S-E. Y’all rappers best
Beware. He’s soon to finetune in your ears
Beats like minks and his rhymes are like links
Figaro, all due from your nigga O. You’re like an
Egyptian fishing for ways to top the pyramids
You give off presence like a whole fucking syndicate
And hang (Right, right). One time for your motherfucking
Mind, Lord Finesse ‘bout to spark it in your ear again
You know’m saying? He was off the scene
But he back on and he’s ‘bout to go on and on
And on and on one time like that
No motherfucking diggity. Like that, ha. Like I said, we’re signing off with my
man O.C. And we out