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(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad know his name)
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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 the same sound
I've been coolin about a year and change now
So hand over the microphone it's my turn
The with a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and the girls scoping
Say the funky shit and get all the niggas
So heed that, don't try to yap and give me
get in that ass, believe that
Can it, I'll steal your like a bandit
I get while you're broke like mass transit
You're not as as this, so what can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and step that foolishness
I'm the type to a party
I need a phone to reach out and touch somebody
a mic, it's 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 shit as if my name was Tarzan
Yeah, cause I'm on some old new
Got more styles you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax off with ease
I'm deadly than a venerial disease
So think twice, those who think fall
I'm more than a tire full of Armour All
It's Lord Finesse and I got 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 brothers his name)
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Brothers get cash, but I get way
In the 90's, I'm paid for
and envy, 21st century
When asked, 'who's the funkiest?' You mention me
I go all out while a lot of crews be
I know and know that they can't do me nothing
Cause I'm smooth and wise, the I utilize
all advanced you'd think my brain was computerized
So who needs a partner or a
When it comes to being funky, I got all old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp rhyme
I polish opponents off a shoe shine
They be fronting like they on the tip
Trying to hang but softer than baby shit
Fronting like wild with they bullshit style
put they ass on trial, pull they card and they file
I'm hardcore, but I still keep the pumping
So all that singing and dancing, that shit don't nothing
suffer Lord Finnese lately

Some of them hate me, think that can take me
I'll take on some of them, bring a 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, I'll be quit to that ass
And let you know that you can't get with
one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop data
If I got served 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 comes to rhymes I give you 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, the return of the funky man

(Mad know his name)
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(Mad know his name)
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(Mad know his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
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Stand back, I'm to flip here
Got dissed year so I kick ass this year
Brothers were me, strictly overworking me
(They showed you year)
Yeah, that fits
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 Brothers and my man Gary Harris
Spread the or should I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) Thought I 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 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 rather be a pigeon
Fuck the
Cause in the 90's I got more than a game
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my middle
my title and everyone wants mine
It's the brother with the and punchlines
I can put my foot all in your ass
I'm smooth and plus 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 rhymes and Mike got a or two
So ain't no use to eat us for din-din
Brothers off trying their luck with Win-Ten
To the I'm the man out burning ya
I dust a off like furniture
So take our stand, I foil plan
Goddamn, the return of the funky man

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