JAGGED EDGE lyrics - A Jagged Era

I'll Be Right There

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(feat. Busta Rhymes) [Busta Rhymes] Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes yall Busta Rhymes in the place to be So So Def, Flip Mode, J.D., Jagged Edge, check it We keeps it hot to def you can't deny (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) Til my people feelin' good, yes you'll react to mine (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) Before I hit you off We'll bust a million and one Raise your whole adrenaline baby have fun I be rollin' with womens whippin' Benz and Beamers Makes ya shivers when I delivers like Doc Quivers I keeps the shit that'll get you outta your dressers Pass the testers, overcoming the minor stressers I got your message and only in a matter of seconds I'll be there for you whippin' the five S's Feel my jagged edge's bouncin' on fly records While I bounce on smokin' beats like Benson & Hedges I'll be here by all for one baby one for all Need a nigga call anytime I'll be there for yall Sometimes you need someone to be with But your private side just won't let you How can I show that I love you so And I care about everythang that happens to you [1]- So tell me do you have someone who you can call on Do you have somone that you trust And will they always be around you to protect you Will they be around when you need them the most [2]- When you're feeling low, nowhere to go You can call me, I'll be right there When you're feeling down, no one's around You can call me, I'll be right there I know what you, you need from me If you dial the phone I'll make you see No one can do the things That I'll do for you that's that Give me that chance and I bet I can ease your mind [Repeat 1] [Repeat 2] [Repeat 2] [Quick (JD)] Can't speak it's way past due For something new (I agree) So live and direct from DC, it's J.E. Since demos, we been makin' dem hoes hot It's been a long time since you heard a crew rock the spot like us And plus, stay plus just what you missin' If you can't stand the heat keep yo ass out the kitchen Stop bitchin', listen to how it should be done (Where you from) Eastside til I die you don't want none

Hey Fuck You

BEASTIE BOYS "To The 5 Boroughs"
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book? Look give it back you're wicky wack With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all I didn't touch your hand man you know its all ball You sold a few records but don't get slick 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits You've been in the game, your career is long But when you break it down you've only got 2 songs MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat You people call yourselves MC's but you're garbage men Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen And if you don't like then hey fuck you! I read about you up on page 6 They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed Now talk about your face now don't get pissed But I suggest you see a dermatologist I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak It's gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak I've got billions and billions of rhymes to flex 'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch You're hearing me and you're like 'oh my god its Sasquatch!' I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit And if you don't like then hey fuck you! So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting In the animal kingdom they call it presenting With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel Kings County is my stomping ground The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown So don't ask me to wine and dine ya I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam And if you don't like then hey fuck you!

Bad Mutha

Lord Finesse And DJ Mike Smooth "Funky Technician"
[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 dis 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 apeman 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 (You 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 a 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 (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 3] Lyrical summary, there's only one of me Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be 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 dis 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 the 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) [VERSE 4] I rock the science and drop the math And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts 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 911 Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now My pockets stay fat like a goose down I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane 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)

Baby, You Nasty

Lord Finesse "Funky Technician"
[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 dis 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 apeman 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 (You 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 a 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 (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 3] Lyrical summary, there's only one of me Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be 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 dis 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 the 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) [VERSE 4] I rock the science and drop the math And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts 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 911 Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now My pockets stay fat like a goose down I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane 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)

You Know What I'm About

Lord Finesse
[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 dis 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 apeman 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 (You 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 a 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 (You nasty, baby) [VERSE 3] Lyrical summary, there's only one of me Lord Finesse is far from a wanna-be 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 dis 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 the 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) [VERSE 4] I rock the science and drop the math And I sketch up rhymes just like Arts 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 911 Lord Finesse in effect to get lose now My pockets stay fat like a goose down I use the master brain and drive in a faster lane Puttin rhymes in shape just like Jack Lalane 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)

A New Arrangement

BRIGHT EYES
If you could change your days, arranging them in some sweet new sequence Like any new arrangement's gonna make a difference Cause it's the moment that you're living in and not the one that follows That makes this mess you're cleaning in your head Time still drags you forward, though you keep resisting You know it's what you leave behind, you'll soon start missing And the people you once counted on now say it's all depending On how you act and how you treat yourself And that's not very well So baby, when I call for you I want you to come Explain yourself to everyone You nod in an acknowledgement of your frequent mood swings Yeah, what good's an acknowledgement, it still don't change things We've tried all forms of encouragement, but it's still no better You just can't seem to fake or force a smile Not even a little one But baby, when I call to you I want you to come And lay it out for everyone Exactly how it was before any of this happened And why you can't leave it behind Now don't just, don't just sit there when I call to you I told you to come and lay it out for Don't feel awkward Lay it out for everyone

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