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 know his name
(Yeah, him again)

Finesse got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no hear
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 my turn
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and long
Nice, dope, and the girls scoping
Say the funky shit and get all the niggas

So that, don't try to yap and give me feedback
I'll get in ass, believe that
Can it, I'll your show 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 stop and step 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 party is what you wack MC's 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 opponents off with
I'm deadly than a venereal disease

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

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

Mad know 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 paid 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 and they know 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 needs a partner or a
it comes to being funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the smooth rhyme
I polish opponents off a shoe shine

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

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

I'll take on of them, bring a whole ton of them
I'll take em all on and stomp each and 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
Come one all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop data
If I ever got served it had to be by a

I lounge in the rest until my song is
I plan to be straight with in the long run
'Cause when it comes to I give you more 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, it's the return of the man

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

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

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

Cool, I'm still kinda fed with them
Who a fuck, I'm about 20 steps ahead of them
Now I'm established, feel all embarrassed
'Cause I'm Warner 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, me, fooling me
Now that I'm paid, you know y'all can do for me

I sound funky a lot of labels want me
But I'll be damned to be man's flunky
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 little
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my name
Plus my title and wants mine
It's the with the compounds and punchlines

I can still put my all in your ass
I'm smooth and funky plus smoother than 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 rhymes and got a scratch or two
So ain't no use trying to eat us for
Brothers better off trying their 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 of the Funky Man

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

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