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(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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Lord got something for your eardrums
on the scene, long time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the with the same sound
I've been coolin 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 scoping
Say the shit and get all the niggas open
So heed that, don't try to yap and me feedback
get in that ass, believe that
Can it, I'll steal your show a bandit
I get papes while you're broke mass transit
not as smooth as this, so what can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and step with foolishness
I'm the type to interrupt a
I don't need a to reach out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, it's just as as one
Leave the is what you wack MC's should have done
Cause y'all starving, I'm extra large and
I'm swinging shit as if my was Tarzan
Yeah, cause I'm on old new shit
Got styles than you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off ease
I'm more than a venerial disease
So think twice, those who think fall
I'm shining more than a tire of Armour All
Lord Finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, the return of the funky man

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Brothers get cash, but I get way
In the 90's, I'm getting for
Rhyme and envy, 21st
When asked, the funkiest?' You better mention me
I go all out while a lot of crews be
I and they know that they can't 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 comes to being funky, I got all old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp smooth
I polish opponents off like a shine
They be fronting they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer than baby
Fronting like they wild with bullshit style
I'll put they ass on trial, pull they and they file
I'm hardcore, but I still keep the scene
So all that singing and dancing, that shit don't nothing
MC's suffer Lord Finnese

Some of them hate me, that they can take me
I'll take on of them, bring a whole ton of them
I'll take em all on and stomp each and every one of
I just chill, and flaunt my cash
You wanna riff, I'll be quit to that ass
And let you know that you get with this
Come one come all and get burnt by the
Greater, creator, drop stupid
If I ever got it had to be by a waiter
I lounge in the rest my song is done
I to be straight with papes in the long run
Cause when it to rhymes I give you more than you ask for
a whole task force, I rhyme my fucking ass off
I stand in command 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 know his name)
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Stand back, I'm about to flip
Got dissed last so I kick ass this year
Brothers were stressing me, overworking me
(They showed you year)
Yeah, fits perfectly
Cool, I'm still 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 Warner Brothers and my man Harris
Spread the or should I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) Thought I wasn't I was
The last was confusing me, jerking me, fooling me
Now that I'm paid, you know 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
Fuck the
Cause in the 90's I got more than a game
I'm Finesse and funky is my middle name
Plus my title and wants mine
It's the with the compounds and punchlines
I can put my foot all in your ass
I'm smooth and funky 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 ain't no use to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck Win-Ten
To the I'm the man out burning ya
I dust a rapper off furniture
So our stand, I foil your plan
Goddamn, the return of the funky man

(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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