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Finesse got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no from
It's the funky man, the brother with the same
I've coolin about a year and some change now
So hand the microphone cause it's my turn
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and long
Nice, dope, and the girls scoping
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 show like a bandit
I get papes while you're like mass transit
not as smooth as this, so what can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and 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 done
Cause y'all starving, I'm living large and
I'm swinging as if my name was Tarzan
Yeah, I'm on some old new shit
Got styles than you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off with
I'm more deadly than a venerial
So think twice, who think Imma fall
I'm shining more than a tire full of All
It's Finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, the return of the funky man

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get cash, but I get way more
In the 90's, I'm paid for
Rhyme and envy, century
When asked, 'who's the funkiest?' You 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
Lyrics all you'd think my brain was computerized
So who needs a or a sidekick?
When it comes to funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp rhyme
I polish opponents off like a shoe
They be fronting like they on the tip
Trying to hang but they softer than baby
Fronting they wild with they bullshit style
I'll put they ass on trial, pull card and they file
I'm hardcore, but I still the scene pumping
So all singing and dancing, that shit don't mean nothing
MC's suffer Lord lately

of them hate me, think that they can take me
I'll take on some of them, 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 riff, I'll be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you can't get with
Come one all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, stupid data
If I ever got it had to be by a waiter
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 task force, I rhyme my fucking ass off
I stand in with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, it's the return of the man

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Stand back, I'm to flip here
Got dissed last so I kick ass this year
Brothers stressing me, strictly overworking me
(They you last year)
Yeah, fits perfectly
Cool, cause I'm kinda fed with them
Who a fuck, I'm about 20 steps ahead of them
Now I'm established, feel all embarrassed
Cause I'm with Warner and my man Gary Harris
Spread the news or I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) Thought I wasn't I was
The last label was confusing me, me, fooling 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 to be another man's flunky
I can never be a stool pigeon, I'd be a full pigeon
Fuck the
Cause in the I got more than a little game
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my middle
Plus my title and everyone 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 Teddy Pendergrass
It's the man to put in a simile
(He's a technician)
Yeah, remember me
I'm and actual, the man out taxing you
I got and Mike got a scratch or two
So ain't no use trying to eat us for
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

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