Letra Return of the funky man Lord Finesse

Return of the funky man

Chorus:
(mad brothers know his name) (yeah, its him again) repeat 4x

Lord finesse got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no hear from
Its the funky man, the brother with the same sound
Ive been coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone cause its my turn
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the girls scoping
Say the funky shit and get all the niggas open
So heed that, dont try to yap and give me feedback
Ill get in that ass, believe that
Can it, Ill steal your show like a bandit
I get papes while youre broke like mass transit
Youre not as smooth as this, so what can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and step with that foolishness
Im the type to interrupt a party
I dont need a phone to reach out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, its just as good as one
Leave the party is what you wack mcs should of done
Cause yall starving, Im living extra large and
Im swinging shit as if my name was tarzan
Yeah, cause Im on some old new shit
Got more styles than you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off with ease
Im more deadly than a venerial disease
So think twice, those who think imma fall
Im shining more than a tire full of armor all
Its lord finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, its the return of the funky man

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Brothers get cash, but I get way more
In the 90s, Im getting paid for
Rhyme and envy, 21st century
When asked, whos the funkiest? you better mention me
I go all out while a lot of crews be fronting
I know and they know that they cant do me nothing
Cause Im smooth and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all advanced youd think my brain was computerized
So who needs a partner or a sidekick?
When it comes to being funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, plus the pimp smooth rhyme
I polish opponents off like a shoe shine
They be fronting like they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer than baby shit
Fronting like they wild with they bullshit style
Ill put they ass on trial, pull they card and they file
Im hardcore, but I still keep the scene pumping
So all that singing and dancing, that shit dont mean nothing
Mcs suffer lord finnese lately
Some of them hate me, think that they can take me
Ill take on some of them, bring a whole ton of them
Ill take em all on and stomp each and every one of them
I just chill, relax and flaunt my cash
You wanna riff, Ill be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you cant get with this
Come one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop stupid data
If I ever got served it had to be by a waiter
I lounge in the rest until my song is done
I plan to be straight with papes in the long run
Cause when it comes to rhymes I give you more than you ask for
Bring a whole task force, I rhyme my fucking ass off
I stand in command with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, its the return of the funky man

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Stand back, Im about to flip here
Got dissed last year so I kick ass this year
Brothers were stressing me, strictly overworking me
(they showed you last year) yeah, that fits perfectly
Cool, cause Im still kinda fed with them
Who gives a fuck, Im about 20 steps ahead of them
Now Im established, they feel all embarrassed
Cause Im with warner brothers and my man gary harris
Spread the news or should I say buzz?
(finesse is paid!) thought I wasnt when I was
The last label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling me
Now that Im paid, you know what yall can do for me
Since I sound funky a lot of labels want me
But Ill be damned to be another mans flunky
I can never be a stool pidgeon, Id rather be a full pidgeon
Fuck the bullshitting
Cause in the 90s I got more than a little game
Im lord finesse and funky is my middle name
Plus my title and everyone wants mine
Its the brother with the compounds and punchlines
I can still put my foot all in your ass
Im smooth and funky plus smoother than teddy pendergrass
Its the man to put words in a simile
(hes a funky technician) yeah, yall remember me
Im real and actual, the man out taxing you
I got rhymes and mike got a scratch or two
So aint no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck with win-ten
To the opposition: Im the man out burning ya
I dust a rapper off like furnature
So take our stand, I foil your plan
Goddamn, its the return of the funky man

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