Chorus // (scratching) Funky DL, the brother don't swear he nice… he knows he's nice (echo) Verse One // Funky DL, I’m bucking to fight lyrically, but when I swing all these rappers, they be ducking the mic / I know they're trying get they're shine on like they stuck in the light / but I’m so swoosh with it like I’m fucking with Nike / I just do it, I’m so smooth fluid like Enrique / I’m East London’s finest fucka’ "H.A.C.K." / C.L.A.P now that spells clap / I’m from Clapton, you better clap a tonne when I rap / if you wanna talk crap, I ain't trying to talk back / you can say what you want, but you can’t cut the fact that I’m one of the illest' and realest to make you feel this and witness while I diminish these rappers and leave em’ finished / this is business, I do this for the listeners / so everybody wanna' come and hear it like it's whispers / the Def Lyricist "it ain't hard to tell / I'm the funk to the Y to the D to the L Chorus // (scratching) Funky DL, the brother don't swear he nice… he knows he's nice… Def Lyricist Verse Two // They say life is what you make it so I’m writing that script / some MC’s turned commersh' and they was hyping to switch / call it what you want, I guess they lost the fight to the itch / so I don’t really see nothing but a mic' and a bitch / holding on to that real shit, I tighten my grip / so step off with that moist shit and tighten your zip / and think of something much better when you’re writing your shit / I just say it how I see it, I ain’t biting my lip / I work hard for these stages and I parred with the greatest / I been broke as joke and made marvellous papers / a one man band so just calm with the favours / and go work like I work and get a job with your neighbours / or your Pops or whoever, I ain't trying to sound clever / I don’t need to fuckin' try, that’s an effortless endeavour / I’m one of the nicest, you know what I mean? / And this ain't MTV but that’s a sweet sixteen… NUH!! Chorus // (scratching) Funky DL, on the microphone… the brother don't swear he nice… he knows he's nice… Def Lyricist Verse Three // I take rap back and roll with my cap back / this ain't no act, fact! I’m acing em’ Blackjack! / ya’ll wanna chat, chat? Then knock yourself out / you can put on that wack act and knock your wealth out! / I ain't stumbling or stuttering these lyrics that I’m uttering / these haters wanna' hate me cos I’m back up in the cut again / I’m still learning, I’m still track burning / you can hit me with your tennis serve, I still keep returning / and I’m so damned determined to eradicate the vermin / while I’m writing and I’m turning over revenue and earnings / with a style that’s so discerning like I’m trying to pull a girl into my dressing room in Berlin while I’m rocking with the Germans / (bad bwoy!) Funk Delta to the Lima / got my eyes on tomorrow like Miriam Makeba / I’m so international my fam call me VISA / if you never heard of Funky, then you better raise your steez up! Chorus // (scratching) Funky DL, the brother don't swear he nice… Def Lyricist

Intro // Time (x2) Chorus // (scratching) time, it goes on and, and on and on and on, and ya' don't stop / and the shit don't stop, it goes on and, and on and on and on Verse One // What was left for me to do after Black Jazz 2? / had to escape the studio and send myself back to school / now I'm a law student, I got the Mens Rea / combine the Actus Reus, put an end to your career / now I'm sitting in a class three times a week / trying to study, plus get this money cos' these times are bleak / the world's flat broke, real-talk, no GAS like flat Coke / people start to lack hope and all because some fat bloke, Mayor or Politician leave you with no pot to piss in / and voting ain't changing nothing, them sucka's don't even listen / wishing for Gods Miracles, I’m only a man / Superhero in def lyricals and known in Japan / here to bring you something much slicker than the oil in Iran / and prone to make a sudden move but I can show em' my hands / I’m bout' to show em’ my plans if they can show me some grand’s / don’t get it twisted, I’m a misfit that can hold em’ to ransom / and I’m soaring like an Eagle, observing all things illegal / Condemning everything evil like people who killing people / is this the way of the world? Is it from disobeying the girl that provided their birth and welcomed them to Earth? / It can take days and it can take months / you can be wrong a milli' times but only be right once / and yeah that one time matters, just look at Barak / so I don’t really have the time for sitting watching the clock… clock-watchers Chorus // (x2) (scratching) time, it goes on and, and on and on and on, and ya' don't stop / and the shit don't stop, it goes on and, and on and on and on (clock-watchers) Verse Two // Yo’, what was left for me to say after they caused so much pain? / And left the people feeling crazy like they're going insane? / The only place to find some privacy's inside of your brain / you just a number so wonder peeps don’t call you by name / and make you feel like everything you want is all in your range / maybe it is, maybe it isn’t, may be time for some change / it's like we living in the Matrix and we know something's strange / and cannot wait for the days when we can show em’ their shame / but for now, even though you don’t wanna, got to learn to hold your corner / even though you just wanna let off steam just like a sauna / keep the faith, pray, meditate, find your way / levitate beyond the brave and hesitating never pays / so I’m quick fast, hit the ground running / choose my peeps real careful, I don’t hang around cunning individuals who using me to further their agenda / put my foot down and now they act like I am the offender / I don’t know about that, I just know about rap, family, love, life, law, little this ‘n’ that / it’s a wrap for them parasites who keep on coming back (echo) / yo, it can take days and it can take months / you can be wrong a million times but only be right once / yeah that one time matters to get to the top / so I don’t really have the time for sitting watching the clock… clock-watchers Chorus // (x2) (scratching) time, it goes on and, and on and on and on, and ya' don't stop / and the shit don't stop, it goes on and, and on and on and on (clock-watchers) Outro // Time (x5)

Chorus // (x2) Heaven sent, yeah she the most magnificent, (funky) / (scratching) well that's true, that's why we never have no beef Verse One // I called her "Heaven Sent", illmatic chick had to "represent" / strutting like the First Lady, trying to make her President / took her to my residence, the opposite of hesitant / precedent set, evidence was embellishment / sexy, unique phone alert when she text me / use my right hand for most things, she a lefty / Def be trembling his leg, E. Presley / baby I don’t really care about where all the rest be / Chesty double D, all up on my vest "B" / MVP, I’m recruiting from the best league / very good looking but that’s far from what impressed me / she just got a banging vibe, something like the S.P. / got the kind of figure that be saying "undress me" / expressly, show her my respect nevertheless "G" / so I guess she's an Angel, nothing less / I’m blessed to beat the rest for the chance to progress Chorus // (x2) Verse Two // She a fly chick, passing brothers by like she my chick / eye liner slick, broad hips plus her thighs thick / cheeks rosy she far from a trophy / photographs are posy, no airbrush, she knows me well / Sean John Unforgivable smell / Mademoiselle with number 19 Chanel / I step straight up to bat, number 9 Burrell / and holding it down for life, only time will tell / and she rhyme as well, she kind of nice on the M. I. C. / but keep it out the studio and the L.I.V. E. / yeah she running the beats / and got a whole lot of friends but don’t be running the streets / she’s more classy but never turns her nose up nasty / sassy, remember when I couldn’t let her pass me / so I guess she's an Angel, nothing less / I’m blessed to beat the rest for the chance to progress Chorus // (x2) Verse Three // I’ll never go ever so low / when the weather’s so cold, she be ever so bold rolling / North-faced out, she chilling like she snow strolling / she's no Jill Scott but living like she's so golden / I told em’, "stay away from my chick if you got bad karma" / cos I’ll protect her with a coat made of mad armour / Goliath stature, protect her like my Cleopatra / disrespect her and I'll send these jokers back to the future / she bound to get you thinking bout' the Karma-Sutra / and dirty talking in the night on your computer / she’s so far away from ordinary / she extraordinary / she wanna spend time, the more the merry / she’s something legendary, no quesh' / so every time she in my company, I gotta' provide with the best / so I guess she's an Angel, nothing less / I’m blessed to beat the rest for the chance to progress Chorus // (x2)

Verse One // Yo’, I was a class clown, school joker, teasing Miss Stoker / in registration, cards lined up like its poker / thirty minutes is over, first lesson of the day has started / some pupils chill at the back acting retarded / I was much more than able, but soon the teachers labelled me “the student that’s responsible for banging on the table” / tried to take my skills further, made some joints you never heard a', with the same Strappa Treese mentioned in Klashnekoff’s "Murder" / it’s lunchtime, I grab a burger from the women that would serve ya' / I was a keen observer of the honest and the purgers / some of my lessons had my textbook straight wordless / history was like punishment, I felt “I don’t deserve this” / I wont die trying it, I guess I wasn’t Curtis / and no I wasn’t nervous, it just didn’t serve a purpose / this isn’t criticism of the education service (echo) Chorus // (x4) (scratching) Come follow we on this journey / Kickin' it in the back of the school Verse Two // Yo’, my year group had nearly two hundred students / some of them were so stupid and some of them were so prudent / and nobody was famous but neither was someone nameless and mos def, no one was blameless / so kids just like Mark Defraitas were accused of the latest / like dissin’ somebody’s trainers / and that could cause a fight in a place that we call "Las' Vegas" / in the street now, punks jump up to get beat down / would you believe there was referee for each round? / And that was like an everyday thing / where your reputation stood on whether you could really win / I was the opposite of Michael, weren’t no lover, was a fighter / so in school I got my tooth chipped in a brawl with Leon Tyghter / Derek would spark a lighter and if he permits / he’d let you join a conversation bout' who had the biggest tits / and that included the teachers, some gave up on trying to reach us / looking down on some students like we some pitiful creatures but we kings Chorus // (x4) Verse Three // I had a lot of respect for Chris Wilson, Steve Gallagher / the two teachers who understood my calibre / my timetable calendar, I wish it would start with my favourite lessons, that’s music and drama and art / I’m so creative, that’s why I did my best and I thought hard / so I could get an A at the top of my report card / yeah I was kind of smart but never nerdy / I would love to tell you more but now the time is three thirty so I’m out... we kings (echo)

Chorus // I’m speaking for Hip-Hop, them sneaker wearing, loose jeans rocking / hoody popping, chilling on the corner, headphones bopping / in the crib loud music til’ your neighbours come knocking / (what’s the reason for this noise?) I bought the album when he dropped it / Hip-Hop, them iced out fat gold chain wearing / middle finger in the air and stereo blaring / loud enough to loose your hearing, that don’t mean I’m a killer / I just like to turn it up like J Dilla Verse One // Check it, word up, I’m here to set the record straight / also here to dedicate this to the peoples who judge us / the ones that’s trying to move but can’t budge us / snooty nosed, bitch mother-fuckers / just because I’m from the streets and I talk a little different / the upper class look at me like “he’s so ignorant / he’s no role model, he shows no gratitude / he probably grew up listening to them nigga’s with an attitude / I’m guessing that he never worked a day in his life / and probably never went to school, I pray that he might” / I’m an A grade student, I love jazz music / just as smart as the rest and if I’m wrong nigga' prove it / Hip-Hop is my movement and there’s no contest / and by the way I grew up listening to A Tribe Called Quest / yes I’m young and I’m black and I got the skills to rap / that don’t mean that I pack and I never sold Crack / and you wonder why I’m mad, even just a little bit? / Cos’ you talk a lot of Clay Davis that means "sheeeeeiiiit" / your word against mine, no contest / go find somebody else to criticise with your nonsense / there’s eight million stories in the city, it’s a pity / I don’t fuck with you nigga's when you start to act shitty / give a shout out to Guru, Premo and Zulu Nation / they all foundation up in this / cos' rap records taught foreigners to speak English / and turned the young into distinguished men / that’s why I always got my pad and my pen / forever saying this again and again Chorus // Verse Two // Yo’, I got their backs against the wall with this shit / see that’s what you get for trying to call us misfits / we street poets, just on beats flowing / so why you gonna’ judge somebody when you don’t know em’? (ha) / that’s retarded / just cos I make beats that’s the hardest and speak street slang like "raatid" / "bombaclarted" you say it’s all garbage / well how do you explain the rap records that have charted? / I started rhyming on the school benches / and learned how to beat a microphone senseless / it’s the gift that I nurtured, these beats that I murdered / and you still don’t know what it means when rappers say “word up” / I don’t blame you but if you try to discredit my art / I will name you and shame you, I swear down / close your mouth, I don’t wanna hear a mere sound / Hip-Hop's been so hospitable to so many cultures, it’s un-fuck-wit-able / so I had to make this record it was critical / to reiterate these two fucking syllables / Hip-Hop, in the streets we the Generals Chorus //

Verse One // Ladies and Gentlemen, here come the street veteran / lyrical homicide leaving the beat dead again / buckle the seat belt, turn on the heat, settle in / tanked up adrenalin, I’m better than I ever been / "classic" so don't ever tell me that I’d never win / them has-beens, shit ain't really popping so they meddling / they're spastics, this ain't gonna’ stop me, I’ma get it in / them ass whips, turbo fifth gear while they peddling plastic / back in the days when I was a teenager / I used to have a dream of being signed up with a major / I been there, done that, disappear, come back / I’m never close to done black, this could be the start / from the days in the park when the days turned to dark / I was aiming a mark at the game to embark / put my name in your heart, now you armed / with the music that’ll bang like blowing napalm Chorus // (x2) Ain't notin' less than my duty yo' to put it down in the studio / so I don’t see the point in trying to step to me yo' / cos' all I gotta' do is make it sound beautiful (napalm) Verse Two // Second verse narrative, never too old for battling / crowds started gathering trying to make a comparison / D set the roof on flames like he was paraffin / I better call Marilyn, probably she with an ambulance / from the start of my career I was gambling / no plan B to fall back, so guess I had to win / carried many people and I doubt I’m doing that again / now I’m bringing vitamin D like I’m Sanatogen / so keep your distance with your shams and shenanigans / I'm guilty of a killer flow, the jury was unanimous / and I don’t mean to come across like an antagonist / I turn lyrical pain into pleasure like a masochist / and Washington Classics will be the catalyst / to teach em' how to do it like they undergraduates / to take em’ through the storm before the calm / with the music that’ll bang like blowing napalm Chorus // (x2) Verse Three // Third strike lucky don’t believe in only destiny / just like Kentucky, Funky D’s the secret recipe / so I’m getting really kind of used to people testing me / if you disrespecting me, you’ll never see the best of me / if you trying cursing me, you only really blessing me / trash can talking like they coming up from Sesame / but do not have intensity to deal with this complexity / neither the necessity / I’m talking bout' especially the ones who didn’t love me / so I cut em’ like vasectomy’s / continuing my journey on my way to find supremacy "Funky" / all I wanna’ give you is my legacy / I ain't got the time for contemplating peoples jealousy / cos' when it comes to audio for me it's biochemistry / they wanna' know my methods but I keep em confidentially / so you can bring it on with your charm / but I strike in the night with a mic… napalm Chorus // (x2)

Intro // You see this style ya', a warning to all emcee's, seen, a warning / (exclusive) Paddington posse, unu ready? / Brixton posse, unu ready? / Harlesden posse, unu ready? / (exclusive) Willesden posse, unu ready? Verse One // Funky DL, I’m bleeding mics / I leave rappers straight dreaming bout' sleepless nights / you confused yet? These kids don’t seem precise / cos' this is grown man talk, we ain't teething twice / I can’t front little shorty, yo' them beats ain't nice / it’s like your DJ can only cut pizza slices / straight poison like something I would feed to mice / this ain't therapy but take Funk D’s advice / stop faking to the streets like you eating nice / you ain't fire, you more like freezing ice / and that’s stupid, kinda' like teasing Tyson / when you just small fry like beans and rice / I’m internationally known because my Visa’s nice / there’s no beef, straight peace like Jesus Christ / and I don’t know first aid but I’m breathing life back into Hip-Hop / to make the feeling right cos' I'm a beast Chorus // (scratching) On the microphone / that's the sound of the beast / ([cos'] - I'm a beast) I blaze mics / the physical ability with mental capability Verse Two // Funk D, aint no holding me back / and why these rappers sound dead like they rolling in black? / Straight sinning, biting apples like they stolen a Mac / and can’t even come correct, yeah they fold on a track / and they so past tense that I’m “tolding” them that / they straight posing, it’s like Hulk Hogan is back / they probably got ghost-writers who can show em’ to rap / so don’t recoup off no records cos they owing em’ back / so we don’t believe you, you aint growing a stack / so stop talking like you crazy and you blowing some Crack / you can’t know how to feast if you ain't know how to snack / you talk guns but you DUCK!!! “yeah you know when to quack!” / I know it's hard to keep up with me, you owe me a lap / I don’t know where you're heading player, show me a map / and as I walk the beat, patrolling the track / you have the right to remain silent, you totally wack! I'm a beast Chorus // Verse Three // From the record to the press release / it's well known premature that I bless the beats / with a sound that is bound to make your stress decrease / or a beat so banging, leave your chest in pieces / if your rhymes sound dead, may you rest in peace / and plus you came to the show like you dressed for Grease / now you got a new sound, wanna' test the streets / you might get one spin with suppressed repeats / it's gonna' take much more to impress the peeps / and have a record company re-invest at least a little money / so don’t try test this beast / you say you cold, well homie I suggest a fleece / I’m from H.A.C., represent the East / some in North, some in West, some in South are decent / some are so old school, some are fairly recent / I am Funky for so much more than a season, I'm a beast Chorus //

Chorus // So you're living your life, trying to be right / chasing the game but losing your life / don't you know that you are special (I know you hear me kid) special (I know you hear me) / take your time to grow and be wise / educate your mind in the right things / don't you know that you are special, (I know you hear me kid) special Verse One // I am that son of gun who gets you thinking bout' life / while thinking about mics, I'm thinking about my rights / my right to speak freely, without the influence of fucking TV's, magazines, the Internet and BB / I spray it just like graffiti on the walls of hood / where shorty's is smelling weedy, probably up to no good / Police cars patrolling for some property that's stolen / while them Spliffs keep rolling, nigga's burn em' like wood / Bitches'll turn snitches when a woman is scorned / the Drug Kings fuck with Bishops and the Bishops the Pawns / the Pawns are the first to prison, now awaiting release / with no game plan so probably gonna' return to the streets / and do it over, the only change is that they getting older / their heart is getting colder like the weather in October / nobody can wake early and people ain't trustworthy / now half of the neighbourhood is acting like they seven-thirty / it's crazy, is this the place you happen to live? / Where young kids spit saliva right in front of your crib / and when you catch em' red handed, try and put em' in place / and all they got for you’s a cheeky fucking smirk on they face / and no apology because that ain't the way they were raised / the only thing that really matters is to smoke and get paid yo' / sometimes the hood is like the blade of a knife / it got you feeling like somebody fucking stole your life Chorus // Verse Two // With most of your time spent on merely trying to make the rent / some crooks'll do your books for only twenty-five percent / and broke becomes a mind state mirrored in reality / with pictures of fatalities but never in a gallery / hand to mouth living from what's hardly called a salary / but most times it seems just like you live some kind of fallacy / with people living callously, you'll never be a Majesty / the world around you feels like it's a fucking travesty / and friends ain't friends no more / cos' these bitches don't wanna' come around the ends no more / take a twenty from you and paying back a ten and no more / and nobody seeing you wearing fresh denim no more / and everything remains a secret you ain't telling no more / you want your Neighbours to be quiet, don’t be yelling no more / and all them Drug Dealers, you don’t want them selling no more / don’t wanna' be associated with no felons no more yo' / not everybody living like this / and in comparison some people probably living quite bliss / but this is for my peeps in the hood / for everyone without a voice and feeling misunderstood / and cant see a way out so living every day out a glass box / and waiting for the lottery to pay out / sometimes the hood is like the blade of a knife / and got you feeling like somebody fucking stole your life… uh! Chorus // Outro // Brothers killing other brothers / I thought the idea was to love one another / switch on the T.V. to one more death / if they keep this up then who the heck'll be left? / so I try my best to set an example / saying hype lyrics over breaks and samples / but not just to brag or to boast but to inform / cos' I wanna' see the calm and not the storm (echo)

Intro // Oh my God / International, how you mean? / Come tru, come tru, come tru, tell them! Verse One // (Yo', check it) Let me introduce myself, my name's DEF / got the walk of a champ and rep rap like there’s one year left / I’m so deep in the cut but I’m no Jazz Jeff / with no regard to the rest like I’m so Grand Theft / but fuck the violence, we don’t get down like this / studio magic, that’s why the record sound like this / (yo turn the music up!) in the booth, burning the roof and pound my fist / ain’t having just anybody come around my gift / (yo') yo' turn the music up and let me start a war in your ear drum / detonate and ricochet your core like the snare drum / hold the mic psycho like the soldier who don’t fear none / (yo) Veteran but with the (yo) kind of hunger found in year one / (yo) and I don’t dare run, I ain’t afraid of suffering / it could be that you tough or a bluff and I be that tougher man / (what the fuck?) so guard your space somebody might muscle in / push you in a hole, duck tape and now you muffling / yo' tie you to a pole and let the world know it's over / then back into the lab with a casual composure / I told ya' I’m here for exposure / (what?) so if you wanna' diss', (check it) I understand you (yo) need closure / (yeah) I ain't no chaser so forget the Coca-Cola / I spark with the flame like my energy was solar / (yeah) and in the studio I be that match point composer / (yeah) you bound to get check like it’s Navratilova / (yo) yo' I’m hard, (yeah) street, ghetto, (yeah) rugged / no I ain't cold blooded but I’ll leave your zone flooded / I’m Def, one of the best to ever leave a stamp / and I came in the game with a walk of a champ Chorus // Me all a' walk like a champion, talk like a champion / and I came in the game with the walk of a champ / me all a' walk like a champion, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam / and I came in the game with the walk of a champ / Me all a' walk like a champion, talk like a champion / and I came in the game (echo) / me all a' walk like a champion, talk like a champion / and I came in the game with the walk of a champ / Verse Two // (yo') yo' on your mark get set, now watch your set get marked / state of the art, it's nothing kid I take em’ apart / with the rhymes that’ll glow in the dark, I flow in the dark / survival, so when I’m left alone with a Shark / I shed no blood, I’m taking that beast to Noah’s Ark / (yo') I’m a champ and I’m so off the hook like question marks / (yeah) and I’m the type of dude to take it back to the start / where your mark got set and your set got marked / yo' I am the Sergeant, the General, potent just like a chemical / music is so hysterical, make it sound like a miracle / cut you from the umbilical, I’m starting your life / and there ain't nothing that can make DL depart from the mic / I’m like a Sniper, the Hackney Pied Piper / so turn my mic up, lighters up, I bite like white vipers / lock it down like Rikers / I am one of the nicest to ever put down with these electronic devices / (yo' check it) so Compadre’, you better hit the highway / (yes) the ink and my paper is my ebony and ivory / (yes) player, I come first, I’m premier, I’m primary / all the words in the library ain't enough to describe me / (listen!) one of a kind, couldn’t clone this style / these other rappers straight flop like a boneless spine / and player I can sympathise just like a homeless child / so when I put my record out, they just postpone they smile / cos' I’m hard, (yeah) street (yeah) , ghetto, rugged / no I ain't cold blooded but I’ll leave your zone flooded / I’m Def (yes), one of the best to ever leave a stamp / and I came in the game with a walk of a champ Chorus //

Chorus // All my rude boys, all my bad boys / It’s time to get wild, make mad noise / It’s time to get paid like hustlers / and say "zugu-zu-zu" just like Busta / all my Rude-girls, all my ladies / yo' lets bring the funk back like the 80’s / forget the if, buts or maybe’s / we bout' to let loose go crazy Verse One // When I came in the game I was savaging / five album deal at 19 with no management / (yeah) and the paper was stacking in / went to Japan, I returned and went back again / (sayonara!) "konichiwa", I’m back again / twenty-five percent P.P.D. less packaging / (yeah) and I’m store displaying in HMV / (yeah) so between us, I understand the envy (yo) of these rappers when I made em' worldwide / turn around now they bitchin’ like a fucking Girl Guide / (bitch) tryin’a hate but you do it on the sly / yours weren’t enough? Now you want my prize? / (yeah) But why (why?) try? (try) / You so maggot, I’m so fly (fly) / and for those who missed it / (yeah) I’m so fly, I’m sticking to this shit Chorus // Verse Two // I’m so free, (I'm so free) I’m so D / (I'm so D) fuck it, right about now yo' I’m so me / (so me) I’m so middle finger and I’m so V / (so V) If I hurt your feelings I’m so sorry / (apologies) I’m just telling my story / fuck privacy, we can do this on Maury / (T.V.) I can’t promise you glory / but I bet you any money that the audience applaud me / (I'm so naughty) I know I’m so naughty / started my record label twenty-one years from forty / (nineteen) on tour yo' they horde me / back home this singer said "D can’t afford me" / (for real?) for real? (you sure?) You sure? / As time goes on you begging to record / I ain't about to take my finger off pause / (yo') you ask "why?" (why?) Because… Chorus // Verse Three // (yo') I’m no flash in the pan / so I’m not here begging ya’ll with cash in a can / (no way) solo or backed with a band / (uh!) I’m so Superhero, Spectacular Man / (yo') nigga’s biting like Dracula man / so I only write rhymes on the back of my hand / (I'm attracting the fans) I’m attracting the fans / for female autographs, back of the van / (yo, yeah) got eight bars left / (uh!) correction I’ma take seven more steps / (uh!) correction I’ma hit six more lines / (yeah) I’ma hit one bar five more times / (four bars) four bars and I’m ghost / take away one, now three at the most / (two bars) two bars and I’m done / that’s it… one Chorus //