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Lord got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the with the same sound
I've been coolin a year and some change now
So over the microphone cause it's my turn
The brother a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the scoping
Say the funky shit and get all the niggas
So heed that, try to yap and give me feedback
I'll get in ass, believe that
Can it, I'll steal your show like a
I get papes while you're broke like mass
You're not as smooth as this, so what can you do this
Brothers need to stop and step that foolishness
I'm the to interrupt a party
I don't need a phone to reach out and somebody
Gimme a mic, it's as good as one
the party is what you wack MC's should have done
Cause starving, I'm living extra large and
I'm shit 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 opponents off ease
I'm more deadly than a venerial
So think twice, those who think Imma
I'm shining more a tire full of Armour All
It's Finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, it's the return of the man

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Brothers get cash, but I get way
In the 90's, I'm paid for
Rhyme and envy, 21st
asked, 'who's the funkiest?' You better mention me
I go all out while a lot of be fronting
I know and know that they can't do me nothing
Cause I'm and wise, the skills 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 smooth rhyme
I opponents off like a shoe shine
They be fronting like they on the tip
Trying to hang but they softer than shit
Fronting like they wild with bullshit style
put they ass on trial, pull they card and they file
I'm hardcore, but I still keep the scene
So all that singing and dancing, shit don't mean nothing
MC's Lord Finnese lately

Some of them 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, be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you can't get this
one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, stupid data
If I ever got served it had to be by a
I lounge in the rest until my is done
I plan to be straight with in the long run
Cause when it comes to I give you more than you ask for
Bring a whole task force, I rhyme my ass off
I stand in command the mic in my hand
Aw shit, it's the of the funky man

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Stand back, I'm to flip here
Got dissed last year so I kick ass this
Brothers were stressing me, overworking me
(They you last year)
Yeah, fits perfectly
Cool, cause I'm still kinda fed with
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!) Thought I when I was
The last label was 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 labels me
But I'll be damned to be man's flunky
I can never be a stool pigeon, I'd rather be a full
Fuck the
Cause in the 90's I got than a little game
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my name
Plus my and everyone wants mine
the brother with the compounds and punchlines
I can still put my all in your ass
I'm smooth and plus smoother than Teddy Pendergrass
It's the man to put in a simile
(He's a technician)
Yeah, y'all 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 with
To the I'm the man out burning ya
I dust a rapper off furniture
So take our stand, I foil plan
Goddamn, it's the return of the man

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