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(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
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(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
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Lord got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no hear
It's the funky man, the with the same sound
I've been coolin about a year and some now
So hand over the microphone it's my turn
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, try to yap and give me feedback
I'll get in ass, believe that
Can it, I'll steal your show a bandit
I get papes while you're broke like transit
You're not as smooth as this, so what can you do with
Brothers need to and step with that foolishness
I'm the to interrupt a party
I don't need a phone to out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, it's just as as one
Leave the party is what you wack MC's should have
Cause y'all starving, I'm living large and
I'm swinging as if my name was Tarzan
Yeah, cause I'm on some old new
Got more styles than you see in a kung fu
Mic the seas, wax off with ease
I'm more than a venerial disease
So think twice, those who think fall
I'm more than a tire full of Armour All
It's Lord and I got shit planned
Hot damn, it's the return of the 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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get cash, but I get way more
In the 90's, I'm paid for
Rhyme and envy, 21st
When asked, 'who's the funkiest?' You mention me
I go all out while a lot of crews be
I and they know that they can't do me nothing
Cause I'm 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 being funky, I got all that old fly
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp smooth
I polish off like a shoe shine
They be fronting they on the crazy tip
Trying to but they softer than baby shit
Fronting like they wild they bullshit style
I'll put ass on trial, pull they card and they file
I'm hardcore, but I keep the scene pumping
So all singing and dancing, that shit don't mean nothing
MC's suffer Lord lately

Some of 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 my cash
You wanna riff, I'll be quit to that ass
And let you know you can't get with this
Come one all and get burnt 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 with papes in the run
when it comes to rhymes I give you more than you ask for
Bring a whole task force, I rhyme my ass off
I stand in command with the mic in my
Aw shit, the return of the funky man

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
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Stand back, I'm to flip here
Got last year so I kick ass this year
Brothers stressing me, strictly overworking me
(They you last year)
Yeah, that fits
Cool, cause I'm still fed with them
Who a fuck, I'm about 20 steps ahead of them
Now I'm established, they 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 label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling me
Now I'm paid, you know what y'all can do for me
Since I sound a lot of labels want me
But I'll be damned to be man's flunky
I can never be a stool pigeon, I'd be a full pigeon
the bullshitting
Cause in the 90's I got more a little game
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my name
Plus my title and wants mine
It's the brother with the and punchlines
I can put my foot all in your ass
I'm smooth and funky plus smoother than Pendergrass
It's the man to put words in a
(He's a technician)
Yeah, remember 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 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 your plan
Goddamn, it's the of the funky man

(Mad know his name)
(Yeah, him again)

(Mad brothers his name)
(Yeah, him again)

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