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

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

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

Lord got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no 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 the girls 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 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 a party
I don't a phone to reach out and touch somebody

Gimme a mic, just as good as one
Leave the is what you wack MC's should of done
'Cause starving, I'm living 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 Fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off ease
I'm more deadly than a disease

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

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

Mad know his name
(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
When asked, "Who's the funkiest?" You better me

I go all out a lot of crews be fronting
I know and they know that can't do me nothing
'Cause I'm smooth and wise, the I utilize
all advanced you'd think my brain was computerized

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

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

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

I'll take on some of them, bring a ton of them
I'll take em all on and stomp each and every one of
I just chill, 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 come all and get 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 song is
I plan to be straight papes in the long run
'Cause it comes to rhymes I give you more than you ask for
Bring a whole force, I rhyme my fucking ass off

I stand in command with the mic in my
Aw shit, the return of the funky man

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

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

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

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

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

Since I 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
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 foot all in 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 and actual, the man out taxing you
I got rhymes and Mike got a or two
So no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying luck with Win-Ten

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

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

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