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

Mad brothers know his
(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 Finesse got something for eardrums
on the scene, long time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the with the same sound
I've been about a year and some change now

So hand over the microphone 'cause it's my
The with a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the scoping
Say the funky and get all the niggas open

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

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

a mic, it's just as good as one
Leave the party is what you wack MC's should of
y'all starving, I'm living extra large and
I'm swinging as if my name was Tarzan

Yeah, cause I'm on old new shit
Got more styles you see in a Kung Fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off ease
I'm more deadly a venereal disease

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

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

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

Brothers get cash, but I get way
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 do me nothing
'Cause I'm smooth and wise, the I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd think my was computerized

So who a partner or a sidekick?
it comes to being funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp smooth
I polish off like a shoe shine

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

I'm hardcore, but I still keep the pumping
So all that singing and dancing, shit don't mean nothing
suffer Lord Finesse lately
Some of them me, think that they can take me

I'll take on of them, bring a whole ton of them
I'll take em all on and each and every one of them
I just chill, relax and flaunt my
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 stupid
If I ever got served it had to be by a

I lounge in the rest my song is done
I plan to be straight with in the long run
'Cause when it comes to rhymes I give you more 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 brothers know his
(Yeah, him again)
Mad know his name
(Yeah, him again)

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

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

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

the news or should I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid)
Thought I wasn't I was
The label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling me
Now that I'm paid, you know y'all can do for me

I sound funky a lot of labels want me
But be damned to be another man's flunky
I can be a stool pigeon, I'd rather be a full pigeon
the bullshitting

'Cause in the 90's I got than a little game
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my name
my title and everyone wants mine
It's the with the compounds and punchlines

I can still put my 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, 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 trying to eat us for
Brothers better off trying their luck Win-Ten

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

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

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