Текст (слова) песни: Lord Finesse w Sadat X, Extra P, Grand P - Actual Facts

 
(Sadat X) 
When you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame 
Only draw love off the mention of my name 
I got a rhyme or two left then I`m a blend to the side 
Go out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week 
Get my freak on, who dares to speak on 
My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon 
Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics 
He`s laying on the mattress 
I`m hiking up the black dress 
Finesse called on me to bless 
I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter 
So let`s make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed 
The tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat 
Now top that, yo, kid, top that 
Kid got blown away at exactly where you`re sitting 
Just the other day but nobody`s admitting 
To the crime, I`m a MC not a MD 
The best in history or maybe one of the top 3 
Says myself, no diggedy 
 
(Large Professor) 
I be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat 
Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping 
is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter 
Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord 
Finesse, whether you think you`re pimp status or the best 
Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it 
For what it`s worth, I`ve been a hip-hopper from birth 
Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf 
I`m running over the track, type of nigga to stack 
One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion 
To start, showing the world who`s the man wit the heart 
That`s about to blast off on these kids that`s mad soft 
Don`t fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled 
So ah, say no more, them niggaz that`s the raw 
Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour 
Grand Puba, who`s probably coming back from Aruba 
Wit the skill to buildI`m saying peace, you niggaz, chill 
 
(Grand Puba) 
Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow 
My shit`s so hot, I`ll burn the ass of an Eskimo 
I`m saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam 
Giving love to my fans and you know this man 
My composition leaves competition wishing 
They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing 
I`ll be there like Michael Jackson and you don`t stop 
Until you get enuff and I`ll be damn if my nose drop 
I speak Actual facts on how I feel 
Don`t worry baby, wit Puba, there`s no waiting just to exhale 
I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters 
Keep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator 
Because it`s poetry in motion 
Pube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC`s lost like Billy Ocean 
Dig what I`m sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in 
 
(Lord Finesse) 
It goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing 
It`s the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising 
When I drop it, i`m futuristic like Fiber Optic 
Didn`t buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it 
Nuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid 
That better be a peace sign 
You don`t want it, that`s my steelo, how we on it 
When we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants 
But still advancing, skills enhancing 
We got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing 
We`re too bugged, true thugs 
Quick to get in that ass in ways that homo`s wouldn`t approve of 
I`m not yapping, just rapping 
Don`t care if you`re gold or platinum, don`t think it can`t happen 
Whether wit a beat or acapella, it`s the mic Rockafella 
Strictly out for the mozarella 
Fuk guns and toolies, we don`t betray movies 
It`s yours truely that`s smoothly, still sounds groovy 
You can`t do me or dis me, don`t try to get wit me 
My style is tricky like spelling Mississippi 
Strictly, come and get me, if you can flip me 
If this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy 
The ghetto type playas that caters 
Famous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later
 

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