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

Mad brothers 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
on the scene, long time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the brother the same sound
I've been coolin' about a and some change now

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

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

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

a mic, it's just as good 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 shit as if my was Tarzan

Yeah, cause I'm on some old new
Got more than you see in a Kung Fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off with
I'm more deadly than a disease

So twice, those who think I'ma fall
I'm shining more than a tire of Armor All
It's Finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, 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 brothers 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 while a lot of crews be
I know and they know that they can't do me
'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 being funky, I got all that old fly
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp rhyme
I polish off like a shoe shine

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

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

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

And let you know that you can't get 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 my song 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
a whole task force, I rhyme my fucking ass off

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

Mad brothers 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)

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

Cool, I'm still kinda fed with them
Who gives a fuck, I'm about 20 steps ahead of
Now I'm established, they feel all
I'm with 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 that I'm paid, you what y'all can do for me

Since I sound funky a lot of 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
Fuck the

'Cause in the 90's I got more than a game
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my middle
Plus my title and wants mine
the brother with the compounds and punchlines

I can still put my all in your ass
I'm smooth and 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 and Mike got a scratch or two
So ain't no use to eat us for din-din
Brothers off trying their 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 plan
Goddamn, it's the Return of the Man

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

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