Lord Finesse No Gimmicks (ft KRS-One) Lyrics

[ KRS-One ]
Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One
Lyrical styles weigh a ton
Lord Finesse, we know you got skills
Come into the cypher and build
Chill out, all MC I kill
Come down

[ VERSE 1: Lord Finesse ]
Check it out, come on, here's your chance to swing
With some ill m____fuckas, we don't dance and sing
In '95 we out-jinglin
Servin 'poetic justice' without that n____ John Singleton
I do my thing while the fans be jealin
Hey yo, I'm so dope, you better tap your man and tell him
I don't fake moves, I scrape crews, I make brothers break fool
Just give me a beat with a bass groove
I'm mad funky, ask the experts
Cause I make you bob your head until your m____fuckin neck hurt
So don't ask me to match, gee
Cause if you ain't real, I'm bringin it to your face like acne
Now rappers run scams and flim-flams
On how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a tin man
They rap fast, tryin to stack cash
But on the reel to reel, yo, they still soundin half-a__ed
Yellin and screamin like they got somethin
When they don't got nothin, so them n____s need to stop frontin
Talkin how they be raggin s___
When I don't know if them n____s are rappin or talkin m____fuckin Arabic
They act so ill, they no frills
They should go chill, they all mouth with no skills
When I'm around y'all feel funny
Cause I'm young makin funds like Shaquille O'Neal, money
You want any drama? You better wear plenty armor
I cut that a__ like the chef at Benny Harner's
The funky man's in it to win it
We gotta keep it real yo, no m____fuckin gimmicks

Whoever make a hit they the best (That's a gimmick)
You sell records based on how you dress (That's a gimmick)
Hey yo, that tongue-twistin s___, that's kinda fresh (That's a gimmick)
What's when you're soft but you're frontin like you're stressed? (That's a gimmick)
What's when you're only into rap to get paid? (That's a gimmick)
What's when you're yellin and screamin up on stage? (That's a gimmick)
When your career is numbered by days? (That's a gimmick)
What's when your lyrical style is just a faze? (That's a gimmick)

[ VERSE 2: KRS-One ]
I guess yes y'all, to the beat y'all, bring in the street
Let me put my beeper on 'vibrate', so won't hear it beep
Representin the street, concrete what I speak, yeah, I live it
Let it be known, KRS is not about a gimmick
I grab the mic and rip it, meanwhile they stallin
I raise the mic stand, because I'm tall and I keep the crowd callin
I'm not like those other rappers talkin about the caps they peel
Punk, I battle MC's for real
f___ a record deal when you're still into hip-hoppin
With your country a__, sound like you're still pickin cotton
You get thrown across the room in that direction, listen
The lyrical teacher's not the one you should be checkin
This is my eara, or era or eera, whatever, I'm mad clever
I shoop, you doop, you doop like Salt-N-Pepa
Lyrical terror, you should never ever come for mine
When I rhyme I clean up MC's with the fresh smell of pine
I got skills, and it shows
You could slow or speed up the tempo, your style is fake like Janet Jackson's nose
I'm sellin that real live s___, and you could get hurt
You're sellin that fake s___ like the Home Shopping Network
You got a lotta rhymes to battle in a second
But frankly the bottom line is: where's your hit record?
You claim I'm jockin, you claim I'm on your d___, where's your witness?
If i'm on your d___, my name has got to be syphilis
I come with lyrical physical fitness
Two months from now you will have bit this
Watch me light that a__ up like Christmas
Don't let me come out on that a__
Be hotter than curry chicken
So whether from the east or from the west
There's no other KRS
I got force
I came to your town to set it off
So when Finesse goes 'hit it'
I'll never mimick
KRS-One could never use a gimmick

When you're ridin the next rapper's d___ (That's a gimmick)
When you're R&B, and then you cold flip (That's a gimmick)
Start rhymin hardcore just to get a hit (That's a gimmick)
When yout get over, but your skills ain't s___ (That's a gimmick)
When you rap, but you don't have soul (That's a gimmick)
When you cross over just to go gold (That's a gimmick)
When you're not a gangster, but portrayin a role (That's a gimmick)
What's when you shape in somebody else's mould? (That's a gimmick)

[ VERSE 3: Lord Finesse ]
Man your station, cause the clan you're facin
Is steppin to you trash m____fuckas like sanitatian
I shoot and throw rhymes, the whole nine when it's showtime
(What up, kid?) Brothers know I can hold mine
On the real I got rhymes skills
When the time's ill I'm blowin up spots like a minefield
Brothers front with they chest out
But words from Finesse's mouth'll leave them n____s stressed out
They make me sick to my stomach
(So put it on em, kid!) Them m____fuckas don't want it
They can't see me, believe me
They all phoneys, like them n____s that be wrestlin on tv
Yo, they're nowhere near pro
And n____s couldn't hang if they was m____fuckin scarecrows
Nowadays a lotta rappers sound fake
Talkin that gangster s___, when they're softer than a poundcake
So why you're frontin with the burner, kid
When you done took more a__-whippins than f___in Tina Turner did
You wanna front? So be it
But f___ beatin around the bush, I just speak how I see it
Me fall off? That s___'s dead
That's not happenin, kid, so get that s___ through your thick head
I'll never sellout (What?) You head right
I'll never cross over (Aight!) Word life
So when I said it, peep the method
If I never go gold but get credit, I won't sweat it
In '95 we all in it
We gotta keep it real, yo, no m____fuckin gimmicks

What's when you rap and don't appreciate the art? (That's a gimmick)
What's when you sell out just to get a start? (That's a gimmick)
What's when you make bullshit just for the charts? (That's a gimmick)
What's when you rap, but it's not from the heart? (That's a gimmick)
What's when you're hardcore, then you turn pop? (That's a gimmick)
When you steal ideas to get props? (That's a gimmick)
When you sell out to be on top? (That's a gimmick)
What's when you front like you're hard, but you're not? (That's a gimmick)

[ KRS-One ]
Now let this be a lesson to all MC's
And DJ's
Anyone that come across the line will have to pay
Real hip hop is in effect
Real hip-hop is in effect
Real hip-hop is in effect
Give it respect
We catch wreck