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(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad know his name)
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Lord Finesse got something for your
Back on the scene, time, no hear from
the funky man, the brother with the same sound
I've been coolin a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone it's my turn
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and long
Nice, dope, and keep the girls
Say the funky shit and get all the niggas
So heed that, try to yap and give me feedback
I'll get in that ass, believe
Can it, I'll steal your show like a
I get while you're broke like 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 phone to reach out and touch
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 living large and
I'm shit as if my name was Tarzan
Yeah, I'm on some old new shit
Got more than you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off ease
I'm deadly than a venerial disease
So think twice, those who think Imma
I'm shining more than a full of Armour All
It's Lord and I got shit planned
Hot damn, it's the of the funky man

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get cash, but I get way more
In the 90's, I'm getting for
and envy, 21st 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
I'm smooth and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all advanced think my brain was computerized
So who a partner or a sidekick?
When it comes to funky, I got all that old fly shit
The and rugged, plus the pimp smooth rhyme
I polish opponents off like a shine
be fronting like they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer than shit
Fronting like they wild with they bullshit
I'll put they ass on trial, pull they card and they
I'm hardcore, but I still keep the pumping
So all that singing and dancing, 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, bring a ton of them
I'll take em all on and stomp each and one of them
I just chill, relax and flaunt my
You wanna riff, I'll be quit to stomp ass
And let you know you can't get with this
Come one come all and get by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop data
If I ever got served it had to be by a
I lounge in the until my song is done
I plan to be straight papes in the long run
Cause it comes to rhymes I give you more than you ask for
a whole task force, I rhyme my fucking ass off
I stand in command with the mic in my
Aw shit, it's the 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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(Mad brothers his name)
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Stand back, I'm about to flip
Got dissed last year so I ass this year
Brothers were stressing me, strictly me
(They showed you year)
Yeah, that perfectly
Cool, cause I'm still kinda fed them
Who gives a fuck, I'm about 20 steps of them
Now I'm established, they all embarrassed
Cause I'm with Warner and my man Gary Harris
the news or should I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) I wasn't when I was
The label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling me
Now that I'm paid, you know what 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 stool pigeon, I'd rather be a full
the bullshitting
Cause in the 90's I got more than a little
I'm Lord and funky is my middle name
my title and everyone wants mine
It's the brother the compounds and punchlines
I can still put my all in your ass
I'm smooth and funky plus smoother 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 rhymes and 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 like
So take our stand, I your plan
Goddamn, it's the return of the man

(Mad know his name)
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(Mad know his name)
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