Napalm

by Funky DL

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Napalm:

On Thursday January the 24th, 2008, Funky DL rocked his own full show at the North London famous “Jazz Café” in Camden. During the show, he got on his Akai MPC 2000 drum machine and within a few minutes had knocked up a beat live on stage to which the audience marveled at. It’s recreation sits here in the form of “Napalm”. As mentioned previously, melody has never been absent from DL’s work. His ability to evoke some form of emotion from his musical landscape has never escaped his army of albums. That chemistry is witnessed here on this track with a barrage of rhymes and blissfully sung hook line. But what makes this track ever-the-more so captivating is its ending which blends nicely into the actual audio from the aforementioned live show at the Jazz Café… it’s enough to make you feel like you’re there!




I'm a Beast:
Although quite minimal in it’s sound, the intricacies of “I’m a Beast” are not in limitation. Firstly, DL’s rhyme pattern forms and results in each line rhyming the same rhyme throughout each verse. Not such an easy thing to do when the job is to also keep the wordage relevant. The beat comprises of a two-tone bass-line that flips throughout over a solid drum pattern. This is really a track for those that love “all things MC”, as it captures the essence of hip-hop here at its rawest point on the album. As we all know, there are many producers who have turned to the microphone and vice versa. Some can be noted and praised more overwhelmingly for one talent over the other but, it must be said that Funky DL is effortlessly strong at both, which is what makes his music so listenable to begin with. Quite simply… he is a beast…

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released October 25, 2012

WRITTEN BY: N. NEWMAN

PRODUCED BY: FUNKY DL FOR WASHINGTON CLASSICS 2012

RECORDED & MIXED BY: FUNKY DL AT THE WASHINGTON SOUNDLAB

ART, DESIGN & LAYOUT: WASHART

FUNKY DL LOGO: DANIEL HOARE

WASHINGTON CLASSICS LOGO: SANCHEZ AT VICIOUS CIRCLE DESIGN

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: N. NEWMAN


THE COPYRIGHT IN THIS SOUND RECORDING IS OWNED BY WASHINGTON CLASSICS © 2012

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Track Name: Napalm [Dirty Version]
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)
Track Name: Napalm [Clean Version]
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, "___" ain't really popping so they meddling /
they're spastics, this ain't gonna’ stop me, I’ma get it in /
them "____" 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)
Track Name: I'm a Beast
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 //