Chorus:   (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