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(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

Lord got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the brother with the sound
I've coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the cause it's my turn
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the scoping
Say the funky and get all the niggas open
So heed that, try to yap and give me feedback
I'll get in ass, believe that
Can it, I'll steal your like a bandit
I get papes while you're broke like mass
You're not as as this, so what can you do with this
Brothers need to and step with that foolishness
I'm the type to a party
I don't a phone to reach out and touch somebody
a mic, it's just as good as one
Leave the party is what you wack MC's have done
Cause y'all starving, I'm extra large and
I'm swinging shit as if my name was
Yeah, I'm on some old new shit
Got more styles you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off ease
I'm more deadly a venerial disease
So think twice, those who think Imma
I'm shining than a tire full of Armour All
It's Lord Finesse and I got shit
Hot damn, it's the of the funky man

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

Brothers get cash, but I get way
In the 90's, I'm paid for
and envy, 21st century
When asked, 'who's the funkiest?' You mention me
I go all out a lot of crews be fronting
I know and they know that they do me nothing
I'm smooth and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all you'd think my brain was computerized
So who needs a or a sidekick?
When it to being funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, the pimp smooth rhyme
I opponents off like a shoe shine
be fronting like they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer than shit
Fronting they wild with they bullshit style
put they ass on trial, pull they card and they file
I'm hardcore, but I still keep the pumping
So all that singing and dancing, that shit mean nothing
MC's suffer Finnese lately

Some of hate me, think that they can take me
take on some of them, bring a whole ton of them
I'll take em all on and stomp each and every one of
I just chill, relax and flaunt my
You wanna riff, I'll be quit to that ass
And let you know that you get with this
one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, stupid data
If I got served it had to be by a waiter
I in the rest until my song is done
I to be straight with papes in the long run
Cause when it comes to rhymes I give you more you ask for
Bring a task force, I rhyme my fucking ass off
I in command with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, the return of the funky man

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

back, I'm about to flip here
Got last year so I kick ass this year
Brothers were stressing me, strictly me
(They showed you year)
Yeah, fits perfectly
Cool, cause I'm kinda fed with them
Who gives a fuck, I'm about 20 ahead of them
Now I'm established, feel all embarrassed
Cause I'm with Brothers and my man Gary Harris
Spread the or should I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) Thought I when I was
The label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling me
Now I'm paid, you know what y'all can do for me
Since I funky a lot of labels want me
But be damned to be another man's flunky
I can never be a pigeon, I'd rather be a full pigeon
the bullshitting
Cause in the 90's I got more than a little
I'm Lord and funky is my middle name
Plus my title and wants mine
It's the brother with the and punchlines
I can still put my foot all in ass
I'm smooth and funky plus smoother Teddy Pendergrass
It's the man to put in a simile
(He's a technician)
Yeah, y'all me
I'm real and actual, the man out you
I got rhymes and got a scratch or two
So ain't no use trying to eat us for
Brothers better off trying their luck Win-Ten
To the opposition I'm the man out ya
I dust a off like furniture
So our stand, I foil your plan
Goddamn, it's the return of the man

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)