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

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

Mad brothers his name
(Yeah, him again)
Mad know 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 brother with the same
I've been about a year and some change now

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

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

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

Gimme a mic, just as good as one
Leave the party is you wack MC's should of done
'Cause starving, I'm living extra large and
I'm shit as if my name was Tarzan

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

So think twice, those who I'ma fall
I'm shining more than a tire full of All
It's Lord 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 know his name
(Yeah, him again)
Mad brothers know his
(Yeah, him again)

Brothers get cash, but I get way
In the 90's, I'm paid for
Rhyme and envy, 21st
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 they do me nothing
'Cause I'm and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd think my was computerized

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

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

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

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

And let you that you can't get with this
one come all and get burnt 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 papes in the long run
'Cause when it comes to I give you more 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, the return of the funky man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can still put my foot all in ass
I'm and funky plus smoother than Teddy Pendergrass
the man to put words 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 trying to eat us for
Brothers 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 Return of the Man

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

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