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Chorus: Leuchtfolie Leichlingen (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
