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[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]