Lord Finesse - Return Of The Funky Man Lyrics
Chorus:(mad brothers know his name) (yeah, its him again) repeat 4xLord finesse got something for your eardrumsBack on the scene, long time, no hear fromIts the funky man, the brother with the same soundIve been coolin about a year and some change nowSo hand over the microphone cause its 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, dont try to yap and give me feedbackIll get in that ass, believe thatCan it, Ill steal your show like a banditI get papes while youre broke like mass transitYoure not as smooth as this, so what can you do with thisBrothers need to stop and step with that foolishnessIm the type to interrupt a partyI dont need a phone to reach out and touch somebodyGimme a mic, its just as good as oneLeave the party is what you wack mcs should of doneCause yall starving, Im living extra large andIm swinging shit as if my name was tarzanYeah, cause Im on some old new shitGot more styles than you see in a kung fu flickMic the seas, wax opponents off with easeIm more deadly than a venerial diseaseSo think twice, those who think imma fallIm shining more than a tire full of armor allIts lord finesse and I got shit plannedHot damn, its the return of the funky manChorusBrothers get cash, but I get way moreIn the 90s, Im getting paid forRhyme and envy, 21st centuryWhen asked, whos the funkiest? you better mention meI go all out while a lot of crews be frontingI know and they know that they cant do me nothingCause Im smooth and wise, the skills I utilizeLyrics all advanced youd 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 styleIll put they ass on trial, pull they card and they fileIm hardcore, but I still keep the scene pumpingSo all that singing and dancing, that shit dont mean nothingMcs suffer lord finnese latelySome of them hate me, think that they can take meIll take on some of them, bring a whole ton of themIll take em all on and stomp each and every one of themI just chill, relax and flaunt my cashYou wanna riff, Ill be quit to stomp that assAnd let you know that you cant 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 *****ing ass offI stand in command with the mic in my handAw shit, its the return of the funky manChorusStand back, Im 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 Im still kinda fed with themWho gives a *****, Im about 20 steps ahead of themNow Im established, they feel all embarrassedCause Im with warner brothers and my man gary harrisSpread the news or should I say buzz?(finesse is paid!) thought I wasnt when I wasThe last label was confusing me, jerking me, fooling meNow that Im paid, you know what yall can do for meSince I sound funky a lot of labels want meBut Ill be damned to be another mans flunkyI can never be a stool pidgeon, Id rather be a full pidgeon***** the bullshittingCause in the 90s I got more than a little gameIm lord finesse and funky is my middle namePlus my title and everyone wants mineIts the brother with the compounds and punchlinesI can still put my foot all in your assIm smooth and funky plus smoother than teddy pendergrassIts the man to put words in a simile(hes a funky technician) yeah, yall remember meIm real and actual, the man out taxing youI got rhymes and mike got a scratch or twoSo aint no use trying to eat us for din-dinBrothers better off trying their luck with win-tenTo the opposition: Im the man out burning yaI dust a rapper off like furnatureSo take our stand, I foil your planGoddamn, its the return of the funky manChorus