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 know his
(Yeah, him again)
Mad know 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 with the same sound
I've been coolin' 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 the girls scoping
Say the shit and get all the niggas open

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 broke like mass transit

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

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

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

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

Mad brothers his name
(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
Rhyme and envy, 21st
When asked, "Who's the funkiest?" You mention 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
Lyrics all advanced you'd think my was computerized

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
Trying to hang but they softer than shit
Fronting like they wild with they style
I'll put they ass on trial, pull they card and file

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

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

And let you know that you get with this
one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, stupid data
If I got served it had to be by a waiter

I lounge in the until my song is done
I plan to be straight with in the long run
'Cause when it comes to rhymes I give you than you ask for
Bring a whole force, I rhyme my fucking ass off

I stand in command the mic in my hand
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 brothers 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, overworking me
(They showed you 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 feel all
'Cause I'm Warner Brothers and my man Gary Harris

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

I sound funky a lot of labels want me
But I'll be damned to be another flunky
I can be a stool 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
my title and everyone wants mine
It's the brother with the compounds and

I can still put my foot all in ass
I'm smooth and funky smoother than Teddy Pendergrass
It's the man to put words in a
(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 ain't no use trying to eat us for
better off trying their luck with Win-Ten

To the opposition, I'm the man out ya
I dust a rapper off like
So our stand, I foil your plan
Goddamn, it's the 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 his name
(Yeah, him again)