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

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)

Lord Finesse got something for your
Back on the scene, long time, no from
It's the funky man, the brother the same sound
I've been coolin' about a year and change now

So hand over the 'cause it's my turn
The with a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the scoping
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 your show like a bandit
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 that foolishness
I'm the type to a party
I need a phone to reach out and touch somebody

Gimme a mic, just as good as one
Leave the party is what you wack should of done
'Cause y'all starving, I'm extra large and
I'm swinging 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 opponents off ease
I'm more than a venereal disease

So think twice, those who think fall
I'm shining more than a full of Armor All
It's Finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, it's the 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 know 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 while a lot of be fronting
I know and they that they can't do me nothing
'Cause I'm smooth and wise, the I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd think my brain was

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

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

I'm hardcore, but I still the scene pumping
So all that singing and dancing, shit don't mean nothing
MC's suffer Lord lately
Some of them hate me, think they 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 chill, relax and flaunt my cash
You wanna riff, I'll be quit to that ass

And let you know you can't get with this
one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop stupid
If I got served it had to be by a waiter

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

I in command 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 know his name
(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 stressing me, strictly overworking me
(They you last year)
Yeah, fits perfectly

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

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

Since I sound funky a lot of labels me
But I'll be to be another man's flunky
I can never be a pigeon, I'd rather be a full pigeon
the bullshitting

'Cause in the 90's I got more than a little
I'm Finesse and funky is my middle name
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 funky plus smoother 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 to eat us for din-din
better off trying their luck with Win-Ten

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

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

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