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Chorus:(Mad brothers know his name) (Yeah, it's him again) Repeat 4xLord Finesse got something for your eardrumsBack on the scene, long time, no hear fromIt's the funky man, the brother with the same soundI've been coolin about a year and some change nowSo hand over the microphone cause it's my turnThe brother with a fade, half-moon, and long sideburnsNice, dope, and keep the girls scopingSay the funky shit and get all the niggas openSo heed that, don't try to yap and give me feedbackI'll get in that ass, believe thatCan it, I'll steal your show like a banditI get papes while you're broke like mass transitYou're not as smooth as this, so what can you do with thisBrothers need to stop and step with that foolishnessI'm the type to interrupt a partyI don't need a phone to reach out and touch somebodyGimme a mic, it's just as good as oneLeave the party is what you wack MC's should of doneCause y'all starving, I'm living extra large andI'm swinging shit as if my name was TarzanYeah, cause I'm on some old new shitGot more styles than you see in a Kung Fu flickMic the seas, wax opponents off with easeLetras de cancionesI'm more deadly than a venerial diseaseSo think twice, those who think Imma fallI'm shining more than a tire full of Armor AllIt's Lord Finesse and I got shit plannedHot damn, it's the Return of the Funky ManChorusBrothers get cash, but I get way moreIn the 90's, I'm getting paid forRhyme and envy, 21st centuryWhen asked, "Who's the funkiest?" You better mention meI go all out while a lot of crews be frontingI know and they know that they can't do me nothingCause I'm smooth and wise, the skills I utilizeLyrics all advanced you'd think my brain was computerizedSo who needs a partner or a sidekick?When it comes to being funky, I got all that old fly shitThe rough and rugged, plus the pimp smooth rhymeI polish opponents off like a shoe shineThey be fronting like they on the crazy tipTrying to hang but they softer than baby shitFronting like they wild with they bullshit styleI'll put they ass on trial, pull they card and they fileI'm hardcore, but I still keep the scene pumpingSo all that singing and dancing, that shit don't mean nothingMC's suffer Lord Finnese latelySome of them hate me, think that they can take meI'll take on some of them, bring a whole ton of themI'll take em all on and stomp each and every one of themI just chill, relax and flaunt my cashYou want to riff, I'll be quit to stomp that assAnd let you know that you can't get with thisCome one come all and get burnt by the quicknessGreater, creator, drop stupid dataIf I ever got served it had to be by a waiterI lounge in the rest until my song is doneI plan to be straight with papes in the long runCause when it comes to rhymes I give you more than you ask forBring a whole task force, I rhyme my fucking ass offI stand in command with the mic in my handAw shit, it's the Return of the Funky ManChorusStand back, I'm about to flip hereGot dissed last year so I kick ass this yearBrothers were stressing me, strictly overworking me(They showed you last year) Yeah, that fits perfectlyCool, cause I'm still kinda fed with themWho gives a fuck, I'm about 20 steps ahead of themNow I'm established, they feel all embarrassedCause I'm with Warner Brothers and my man Gary HarrisSpread the news or should I say buzz?(Finesse is paid!) Thought I wasn't when I wasThe last label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling meNow that I'm paid, you know what y'all can do for meSince I sound funky a lot of labels want meBut I'll be damned to be another man's flunkyI can never be a stool pidgeon, I'd rather be a full pidgeonFuck the bullshittingCause in the 90's I got more than a little gameI'm Lord Finesse and funky is my middle namePlus my title and everyone wants mineIt's the brother with the compounds and punchlinesI can still put my foot all in your assI'm smooth and funky plus smoother than Teddy PendergrassIt's the man to put words in a simile(He's a funky technician) Yeah, y'all remember meI'm real and actual, the man out taxing youI got rhymes and Mike got a scratch or twoSo ain't no use trying to eat us for din-dinBrothers better off trying their luck with Win-TenTo the opposition: I'm the man out burning yaI dust a rapper off like furnatureSo take our stand, I foil your planGoddamn, it's the Return of the Funky ManChorus From Letras Mania