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

(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad know his name)
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get cash, but I get way more
In the 90's, I'm getting for
Rhyme and envy, 21st
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 advanced you'd think my brain was
So who a partner or a sidekick?
it comes to being funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp rhyme
I polish off like a shoe shine
They be fronting like on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer than baby
Fronting like they with they bullshit style
I'll put they ass on trial, pull they card and file
I'm hardcore, but I still the scene pumping
So all that singing and dancing, that shit mean nothing
MC's Lord Finnese lately

Some of them hate me, think that can take me
I'll take on some of them, bring a whole ton of
I'll take em all on and stomp and every one of them
I just chill, and flaunt my cash
You riff, I'll be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you can't get this
Come one come all and get burnt by the
Greater, creator, stupid data
If I ever got served it had to be by a
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 you more than you ask for
Bring a task force, I rhyme my fucking ass off
I in command with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, it's the of the funky man

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

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

(Mad know his name)
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(Mad know his name)
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Stand back, I'm about to flip
Got dissed year so I kick ass this year
Brothers were me, strictly overworking me
(They showed you year)
Yeah, fits perfectly
Cool, cause I'm still fed with them
Who gives a fuck, I'm 20 steps ahead of them
Now I'm established, they feel all
Cause I'm Warner Brothers and my man Gary Harris
the news or should I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) I wasn't when I was
The last label was confusing me, me, fooling me
Now I'm paid, you know what y'all can do for me
Since I sound a lot of labels want me
But I'll be damned to be another flunky
I can never be a pigeon, I'd rather be a full pigeon
Fuck the
Cause in the I got more than a little game
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my name
Plus my and everyone wants mine
It's the brother with the compounds and
I can still put my foot all in ass
I'm smooth and funky plus smoother than Teddy
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 Mike got a or two
So no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck with
To the opposition I'm the man out ya
I dust a rapper off furniture
So take our stand, I foil your
Goddamn, it's the of the funky man

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

(Mad brothers his name)
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