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(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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Lord Finesse got for your eardrums
on the scene, long time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the with the same sound
I've coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone cause it's my
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and long
Nice, dope, and keep the girls
Say the funky and get all the niggas 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 while you're like mass transit
You're not as as this, so what can you do with this
need to stop and step with that foolishness
I'm the to interrupt a party
I don't a phone to reach out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, it's as good as one
Leave the party is what you wack MC's should have
Cause starving, I'm living extra large and
I'm shit as if my name was Tarzan
Yeah, cause I'm on old new shit
Got more styles you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off with
I'm more deadly than a disease
So think twice, who think Imma fall
I'm shining more than a full of Armour All
Lord Finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, it's the return of the man

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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 paid for
Rhyme and envy, century
When asked, the funkiest?' You better mention me
I go all out while a lot of be fronting
I know and they know that can't do me nothing
Cause I'm smooth and wise, the I utilize
all advanced you'd think my brain was computerized
So who a partner or a sidekick?
When it to being funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp smooth
I polish opponents off like a shine
They be like they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer than shit
Fronting like they wild with bullshit style
I'll put they ass on trial, pull 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 Lord Finnese lately

Some of them hate me, think that they can me
I'll take on of them, bring a whole ton of them
I'll take em all on and stomp each and one of them
I just chill, relax and my cash
You wanna riff, I'll be quit to stomp ass
And let you know that you can't get this
Come one all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop stupid
If I got served it had to be by a waiter
I lounge in the until my song is done
I plan to be straight with papes in the run
when it comes to rhymes I give you more than you ask for
Bring a whole task force, I rhyme my ass off
I in command with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, it's the return of the 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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(Mad know his name)
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Stand back, I'm to flip here
Got dissed last year so I ass this year
Brothers stressing me, strictly overworking me
(They you last year)
Yeah, fits perfectly
Cool, cause I'm still kinda fed with
Who a fuck, I'm about 20 steps ahead of them
Now I'm established, feel all embarrassed
Cause I'm Warner Brothers and my man Gary Harris
Spread the news or I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) Thought I when I was
The last label was confusing me, jerking me, me
Now that I'm paid, you know y'all can do for me
Since I sound funky a lot of want me
But I'll be damned to be another man's
I can never be a stool pigeon, I'd rather be a pigeon
the bullshitting
Cause in the 90's I got more a little game
I'm Lord and funky is my middle name
my title and everyone wants mine
It's the with the compounds and punchlines
I can put my foot all in your ass
I'm smooth and funky plus smoother than Pendergrass
It's the man to put words in a
(He's a technician)
Yeah, y'all me
I'm and actual, the man out taxing you
I got rhymes and got a scratch or two
So ain't no use to eat us for din-din
better off trying their luck with 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, the return of the funky man

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(Mad know his name)
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