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(Mad brothers know his name) (Yeah, it`s him again) Repeat 4x
Lord Finesse got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no hear from
It`s the funky man, the brother with the same sound
I`ve been coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone cause it`s my turn
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the girls scoping
Say the funky shit and get all the niggas open
So heed that, don`t try to yap and give me feedback
I`ll get in that ass, believe that
Can it, I`ll steal your show like a bandit
I get papes while you`re broke like mass transit
You`re not as smooth as this, so what can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and step with that foolishness
I`m the type to interrupt a party
I don`t need a phone to reach out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, it`s just as good as one
Leave the party is what you wack MC`s should of done
Cause y`all starving, I`m living extra large and
I`m swinging shit as if my name was Tarzan
Yeah, cause I`m on some old new shit
Got more styles than you see in a Kung Fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off with ease
I`m more deadly than a venerial disease
So think twice, those who think Imma fall
I`m shining more than a tire full of Armor All
It`s Lord Finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, it`s the Return of the Funky Man
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Brothers get cash, but I get way more
In the 90`s, I`m getting paid for
Rhyme and envy, 21st century
When asked, Who`s the funkiest? You better mention me
I go all out while a lot of crews be fronting
I know and they know that they can`t do me nothing
Cause I`m smooth and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you`d think my brain was computerized
So who needs a partner or a sidekick?
When it comes to being funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp smooth rhyme
I polish opponents off like a shoe shine
They be fronting like they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer than baby shit
Fronting like they wild with they bullshit style
I`ll put they ass on trial, pull they card and they file
I`m hardcore, but I still keep the scene pumping
So all that singing and dancing, that shit don`t mean nothing
MC`s suffer Lord Finnese lately
Some of them hate me, think that they can take me
I`ll take on some of them, bring a whole ton of them
I`ll take em all on and stomp each and every one of them
I just chill, relax and flaunt my cash
You wanna riff, I`ll be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you can`t get with this
Come one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop stupid data
If I ever got served it had to be by a waiter
I lounge in the rest until my song is done
I plan to be straight with papes in the long run
Cause when it comes to rhymes I give you more than you ask for
Bring a whole task force, I rhyme my fucking ass off
I stand in command with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, it`s the Return of the Funky Man
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Stand back, I`m about to flip here
Got dissed last year so I kick ass this year
Brothers were stressing me, strictly overworking me
(They showed you last year) Yeah, that fits perfectly
Cool, cause I`m still kinda fed with them
Who gives a fuck, I`m about 20 steps ahead of them
Now I`m established, they feel all embarrassed
Cause I`m with Warner Brothers and my man Gary Harris
Spread the news or should I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) Thought I wasn`t when I was
The last label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling me
Now that I`m paid, you know what y`all can do for me
Since I sound funky a lot of labels want me
But I`ll be damned to be another man`s flunky
I can never be a stool pidgeon, I`d rather be a full pidgeon
Fuck the bullshitting
Cause in the 90`s I got more than a little game
I`m Lord Finesse and funky is my middle name
Plus my title and everyone wants mine
It`s the brother with the compounds and punchlines
I can still put my foot all in your ass
I`m smooth and funky plus smoother than Teddy Pendergrass
It`s the man to put words in a simile
(He`s a funky technician) Yeah, y`all remember me
I`m real and actual, the man out taxing you
I got rhymes and Mike got a scratch or two
So ain`t no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck with Win-Ten
To the opposition: I`m the man out burning ya
I dust a rapper off like furnature
So take our stand, I foil your plan
Goddamn, it`s the Return of the Funky Man
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