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Lord got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the brother with the sound
been 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 sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the girls
Say the funky and get all the niggas open
So that, don't try to yap and give me feedback
I'll get in ass, believe that
Can it, I'll steal show like a bandit
I get papes while you're broke like mass
You're not as smooth as this, so can you do with this
Brothers need to and step with that foolishness
I'm the to interrupt a party
I need a phone to reach out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, it's as good as one
Leave the party is what you MC's should have done
y'all starving, I'm living extra large and
I'm swinging shit as if my 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 with
I'm more deadly than a venerial
So think twice, those who Imma fall
I'm shining more a tire full of Armour All
It's Lord Finesse and I got 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 getting for
Rhyme and envy, century
When asked, the funkiest?' You better mention me
I go all out while a lot of crews be
I know and they know they can't do me nothing
I'm smooth and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd think my was computerized
So who needs a partner or a
When it to being funky, I got all that old fly shit
The and rugged, plus the pimp smooth rhyme
I polish off like a shoe shine
They be fronting like on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer baby shit
Fronting like they wild with they bullshit
I'll put 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 mean nothing
MC's suffer Lord lately

Some of them hate me, think that they can me
take on some of them, bring a whole ton of them
I'll em all on and stomp each and every one of them
I chill, relax and flaunt my cash
You wanna riff, be quit to stomp that ass
And let you that you can't get with this
one come 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 my song is done
I plan to be straight with in the long run
when it comes to rhymes I give you more than you ask for
Bring a whole task force, I my fucking ass off
I stand in with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, 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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back, I'm about to flip here
Got dissed last year so I ass this year
Brothers were me, strictly overworking me
(They you last year)
Yeah, that perfectly
Cool, cause I'm kinda fed with them
Who gives a fuck, I'm about 20 steps of them
Now I'm established, feel all embarrassed
Cause I'm with Warner and my man Gary Harris
Spread the news or should I say
(Finesse is paid!) Thought I wasn't I was
The last label was 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 another flunky
I can never be a stool pigeon, I'd be a full pigeon
Fuck the
in the 90's I got more than a little game
I'm Lord Finesse and is my middle name
Plus my title and everyone mine
It's the with the compounds and punchlines
I can still put my foot all in ass
I'm smooth and funky smoother than 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 rhymes and got a scratch or two
So ain't no use to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck Win-Ten
To the I'm the man out burning ya
I dust a rapper off like
So take our stand, I foil your
Goddamn, it's the return of the man

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