(Mad brothers know his name) (Yeah  it's him again) Repeat 4x

 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 shit and get all the niggas open
 So heed that, don't try to yap and give me feedback
 I'll get in that ass, believe that
 Can it, I'll steal your show like a bandit
 I get papes while you're broke like mass 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 shit as if my name was Tarzan
 Yeah, cause I'm on some old new shit
 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 Imma fall
 I'm shining more than a tire full of Armor All
 It's Lord Finesse and I got shit planned
 Hot damn, it's the Return of the Funky Man

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 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 skills 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 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
 I'll put they ass 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 shit 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 ass
 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 fucking ass off
 I stand in command with the mic in my hand
 Aw shit, it's the Return of the Funky Man

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 Stand back, I'm 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 I'm still kinda fed with them
 Who gives a fuck, I'm about 20 steps ahead of them
 Now I'm established, they feel all embarrassed
 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
 Fuck the bullshitting
 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 ass
 I'm smooth and funky plus smoother than Teddy Pendergrass
 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 furnature
 So take our stand, I foil your plan
 Goddamn, it's the Return of the Funky Man

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