[Hook]
(Mad brothers know his name) (Yeah, it's him again) Repeat 4x
[Verse 1]
Lord Finesse got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no hear from
It's the funky man, the brother with the same sound
I've been coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone cause it's my turn
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and long sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the girls scoping
Say the funky sh** and get all the n***as open
So heed that, don't try to yap and give me feedback
I'll get in that a**, believe that
Can it, I'll steal your show like a bandit
I get papes while you're broke like ma** transit
You're not as smooth as this, so what can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and step with that foolishness
I'm the type to interrupt a party
I don't need a phone to reach out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, it's just as good as one
Leave the party is what you wack MC's should of done
Cause y'all starving, I'm living extra large and
I'm swinging sh** as if my name was Tarzan
Yeah, cause I'm on some old new sh**
Got more styles than you see in a Kung Fu flick
Mic the seas, wax opponents off with ease
I'm more deadly than a venerial disease
So think twice, those who think I'mma fall
I'm shining more than a tire full of Armor All
It's Lord Finesse and I got sh** planned
Hot damn, it's the Return of the Funky Man
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Brothers get cash, but I get way more
In the 90's, I'm getting paid for
Rhyme and envy, 21st century
When asked, "Who's the funkiest?" You better mention me
I go all out while a lot of crews be fronting
I know and they know that they can't do me nothing
Cause I'm smooth and wise, the sk**s I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd 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 sh**
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 sh**
Fronting like they wild with they bullsh** style
I'll put they a** on trial, pull they card and they file
I'm hardcore, but I still keep the scene pumping
So all that singing and dancing, that sh** don't mean nothing
MC's suffer Lord Finnese lately
Some of them hate me, think that they can take me
I'll take on some of them, bring a whole ton of them
I'll take em all on and stomp each and every one of them
I just chill, relax and flaunt my cash
You wanna riff, I'll be quit to stomp that a**
And let you know that you can't 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 f**ing a** off
I stand in command with the mic in my hand
Aw sh**, it's the Return of the Funky Man
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Stand back, I'm about to flip here
Got dissed last year so I kick a** this year
Brothers were stressing me, strictly overworking me
(They showed you last year) Yeah, that fits perfectly
Cool, cause I'm still kinda fed with them
Who gives a f**, I'm about 20 steps ahead of them
Now I'm established, they feel all embarra**ed
Cause I'm with Warner Brothers and my man Gary Harris
Spread the news or should I say buzz?
(Finesse is paid!) Thought I wasn't when I was
The last label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling me
Now that I'm paid, you know what y'all can do for me
Since I sound funky a lot of labels want me
But I'll be damned to be another man's flunky
I can never be a stool pidgeon, I'd rather be a full pidgeon
f** the bullsh**ting
Cause in the 90's I got more than a little game
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my middle name
Plus my title and everyone wants mine
It's the brother with the compounds and punchlines
I can still put my foot all in your a**
I'm smooth and funky plus smoother than Teddy Pendergra**
It's the man to put words in a simile
(He's a funky technician) Yeah, y'all remember me
I'm real and actual, the man out taxing you
I got rhymes and Mike got a scratch or two
So ain't no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck with Win-Ten
To the opposition: I'm the man out burning ya
I dust a rapper off like furniture
So take our stand, I foil your plan
Goddamn, it's the Return of the Funky Man
[Hook]