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

Finesse got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, time, no hear from
the funky man, the brother with 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 keep the scoping
Say the funky shit and get all the open

So heed that, don't try to yap and give me
I'll get in that ass, that
Can it, steal your show like a bandit
I get papes while you're like mass transit

You're not as smooth as this, so can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and with that foolishness
I'm the type to a party
I don't need a phone to reach out and touch

Gimme a mic, it's just as as one
Leave the party is what you MC's should of done
'Cause y'all starving, I'm extra 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 deadly a venereal disease

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

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

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

get cash, but I get way more
In the 90's, I'm getting 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 they know that they can't do me
I'm smooth and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd 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 polish opponents off like a shine

They be fronting like they on the tip
Trying to hang but they softer than shit
like they wild with they bullshit style
I'll put ass on trial, pull they card and they file

I'm hardcore, but I still keep the scene
So all that singing and dancing, that shit don't mean
MC's Lord Finesse lately
Some of them hate me, that they can take me

I'll take on some of them, bring a ton of them
I'll take em all on and each and every one of them
I chill, relax and flaunt my cash
You wanna riff, I'll be to stomp that ass

And let you know you can't get with this
Come one come all and get by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop 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
'Cause when it to rhymes I give you more than you ask for
Bring a whole task force, I rhyme my ass off

I stand in with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, it's the of the funky man

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

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

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

Cool, I'm still kinda fed with them
Who gives a fuck, I'm 20 steps ahead of them
Now I'm established, feel all embarrassed
'Cause I'm with Warner Brothers and my man Gary

Spread the news or I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid)
I wasn't when I was
The last 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 labels me
But I'll be damned to be man's flunky
I can never be a pigeon, I'd rather be a full pigeon
the bullshitting

'Cause in the I got more than a little game
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my name
Plus my and everyone wants mine
It's the with 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, y'all me

I'm real and actual, the man out you
I got rhymes and Mike got a or two
So no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off their luck with Win-Ten

To the opposition, I'm the man out ya
I a rapper off like furniture
So our stand, I foil your plan
Goddamn, the Return of the Funky Man

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

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