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(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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Lord Finesse got something for your
Back on the scene, time, no hear from
It's the man, the brother with the same sound
I've been coolin about a year and some now
So hand over the microphone cause my turn
The with a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the girls
Say the funky shit and get all the open
So heed that, try to yap and give me feedback
I'll get in that ass, that
Can it, I'll steal your show a bandit
I get papes you're broke like mass transit
You're not as smooth as this, so can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and with that foolishness
I'm the type to interrupt a
I don't need a phone to reach out and touch
Gimme a mic, just as good as one
Leave the party is what you wack MC's have done
Cause starving, I'm living extra large and
I'm shit as if my name was Tarzan
Yeah, cause I'm on some old new
Got more styles than you see in a fu flick
Mic the seas, wax off with ease
I'm more deadly than a disease
So think twice, those who think fall
I'm more than a tire full of Armour All
It's Lord Finesse and I got planned
Hot damn, the return of the funky man

(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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Brothers get cash, but I get way
In the 90's, I'm getting for
and envy, 21st century
When asked, the funkiest?' You better mention me
I go all out while a lot of crews be
I know and they know that can't do me nothing
Cause I'm and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all you'd think my brain was computerized
So who needs a or a sidekick?
When it comes to being funky, I got all old fly shit
The and rugged, plus the pimp smooth rhyme
I polish off like a shoe shine
be fronting like they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they than baby shit
Fronting like wild with they bullshit style
put they ass on trial, pull they card and they file
I'm hardcore, but I still keep the scene
So all that singing and dancing, that don't mean nothing
MC's suffer Lord lately

Some of them 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 and every one of them
I just chill, and flaunt my cash
You wanna riff, I'll be quit to that ass
And let you know that you can't get with
Come one all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop data
If I ever got served it had to be by a
I lounge in the rest until my is done
I plan to be straight papes in the long run
Cause when it comes to rhymes I give you than you ask for
Bring a whole task force, I my fucking ass off
I stand in command the mic in my hand
Aw shit, the return of the funky man

(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad know his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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Stand back, I'm to flip here
Got dissed last year so I ass this year
were stressing me, strictly overworking me
(They you last year)
Yeah, that fits
Cool, cause I'm still kinda fed with
Who gives a fuck, I'm about 20 steps of them
Now I'm established, they feel all
Cause I'm with Warner Brothers and my man Gary
Spread the or should I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) I wasn't when I was
The last label was confusing me, jerking me, me
Now that I'm paid, you know what can do for me
I sound funky a lot of labels want me
But I'll be damned to be 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 than a little game
I'm Finesse and funky is my middle name
my title and everyone wants mine
It's the brother with the compounds and
I can still put my all in your ass
I'm and funky plus smoother than Teddy Pendergrass
the man to put words in a simile
(He's a technician)
Yeah, y'all me
I'm and actual, the man out taxing you
I got and Mike got a scratch or two
So no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying luck with Win-Ten
To the opposition I'm the man out ya
I dust a rapper off furniture
So our stand, I foil your plan
Goddamn, it's the return of the man

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