Lord Finesse

Lord Finesse - Return of the Funky Man lyrics

(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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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