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Lord Finesse got for your eardrums
Back on the scene, time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the brother with the same
I've coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the cause it's my turn
The brother a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the girls
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, steal your show like a bandit
I get papes while you're broke like transit
You're not as smooth as this, so what can you do this
Brothers need to stop and step with that
I'm the type to interrupt a
I don't a phone to reach out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, it's just as as one
the party is what you wack MC's should have done
Cause y'all starving, I'm extra large and
I'm swinging as if my name was Tarzan
Yeah, cause I'm on old new shit
Got styles than you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax off with ease
I'm more than a venerial disease
So think twice, who think Imma fall
I'm shining more than a tire full of All
It's Lord Finesse and I got shit
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 getting for
Rhyme and envy, century
When asked, 'who's the You better mention me
I go all out a lot of crews be fronting
I and they know that they can't do me nothing
Cause I'm and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd my brain was computerized
So who needs a or a sidekick?
it comes to being funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp rhyme
I opponents off like a shoe shine
be fronting like they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but softer than baby shit
Fronting like they wild they bullshit style
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, that shit don't mean
MC's suffer Lord Finnese

of them hate me, think that they can take me
I'll on some of them, bring a whole ton of them
take em all on and stomp each and every one of them
I just chill, relax and flaunt my
You wanna riff, be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you get with this
one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop 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 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

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Stand back, I'm about to here
Got dissed last year so I kick ass year
Brothers stressing me, strictly overworking me
(They you last year)
Yeah, that fits
Cool, cause I'm still kinda fed them
Who gives a fuck, I'm 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 should I say
(Finesse is paid!) I wasn't when 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 sound funky a lot of want me
But I'll be damned to be another 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
Plus my title and wants mine
the brother with the compounds and punchlines
I can still put my foot all in ass
I'm smooth and funky plus smoother than Pendergrass
It's the man to put in a simile
(He's a technician)
Yeah, remember me
I'm real and actual, the man out you
I got rhymes and Mike got a or two
So ain't no use to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck Win-Ten
To the opposition I'm the man out ya
I a rapper off like furniture
So take our stand, I your plan
Goddamn, the return of the funky man

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