Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Funky Man (Remix) *

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

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

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 long
Nice, dope, and keep the scoping
Say the funky shit and get all the open

So heed that, don't try to yap and me feedback
I'll get in that ass, believe
Can it, I'll steal your 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 type to interrupt a
I don't need a phone to reach out and touch

Gimme a mic, it's just as as one
the party is what you wack MC's should of done
'Cause y'all starving, I'm living large and
I'm swinging as if my name 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 venereal

So think twice, who think I'ma fall
I'm shining more than a full of Armor All
Lord Finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, the Return of the Funky Man

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

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

get cash, but I get way more
In the 90's, I'm getting for
Rhyme and envy, century
asked, "Who's the funkiest?" You better mention me

I go all out a lot of crews be fronting
I know and they know that they do me nothing
'Cause I'm smooth and wise, the I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd think my brain was

So who needs a partner or a
When it comes to funky, I got all that old fly shit
The and rugged, plus the pimp smooth rhyme
I polish opponents off like a shoe

They be fronting they on the crazy tip
to hang but they softer than baby shit
Fronting they wild with they bullshit style
put they ass on trial, pull they card and they file

I'm hardcore, but I still the scene pumping
So all that singing and dancing, that don't mean nothing
MC's Lord Finesse lately
Some of them hate me, that they can take me

I'll take on of them, bring a whole ton of them
I'll take em all on and stomp each and every one of
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
Come one 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 until my is done
I plan to be with papes in the long run
'Cause when it comes to rhymes I give you 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 know his name
(Yeah, him again)
Mad brothers his name
(Yeah, him again)

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

Stand back, I'm about to here
Got dissed last year so I kick ass year
Brothers were stressing me, strictly me
(They showed you year)
Yeah, that perfectly

Cool, 'cause I'm still kinda fed with
Who gives a fuck, I'm about 20 ahead of them
Now I'm established, they feel all
'Cause I'm with Warner Brothers and my man Harris

Spread the news or I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid)
Thought I when I was
The last label was confusing me, me, fooling me
Now that I'm paid, you know what can do for me

Since I sound a lot of labels want me
But I'll be damned to be another man's
I can never be a stool pigeon, I'd rather be a pigeon
the bullshitting

'Cause in the 90's I got more a little game
I'm Lord and funky is my middle name
Plus my title and everyone wants
It's the brother the compounds and punchlines

I can still put my all in your ass
I'm and funky plus smoother than Teddy 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 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 opposition, I'm the man out ya
I dust a off like furniture
So take our stand, I your plan
Goddamn, the Return of the Funky Man

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

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