Return Of The Funky Man (remix) * Lyrics - Lord Finesse

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

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 venereal disease 

So think twice, those who think I'ma 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 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

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 Finesse 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 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

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 pigeon, I'd rather be a full pigeon 

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 furniture 

So take our stand, I foil your plan 

Goddamn, it's the Return of the Funky Man 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again) 

Mad brothers know his name 

(Yeah, it's him again)