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The 4th Quarter

by Funky DL

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Love Honesty & Discipline Let the bass do the talking, yeah this is real soul, so let’s go. VERSE 1 Check it, it’s fantastic, I’m back on the mic to speak my piece These words that ya never done heard to be unleashed I’m done with it sick fed up of all these lies man A young bre repping the streets the ghetto Wiseman I’m fabulous, got no time for negativity Or stress other people contain and wanna give to me They parasites soaking my love, they wanna live off me But listened to the words of my Uncle Jamaica, Tivoli He told me, son stick tight to all your family Work hard manually, build up that money annually Remember those who ran with me, so when I reach my peak, You’ll see Stixx and Parris cos they began with me and Marie, I had to learn my life the hard way, had both my parents but the two of them starved me of an easy life they couldn’t give me everything, but it taught me bout love, honesty and discipline CHORUS You need that Love, honesty and that discipline And with these three elements you’ll be sure to win If you don’t hear what I’m saying I’ll say again You need that love, honesty and that discipline That discipline like getting up at five in the morning That love affection, passion, adoring And that honesty, integrity is something important So take this as a warning to stop you from falling VERSE 2 Since my teens yo I tried to make my cash bloom Stole stationary used to sell it in the classroom Worked for three local taxi firms, delivering cards So from young I learned how to earn Used to go to the clothing stores and take Two pairs of Jeans into the changing rooms but when I left the shop floors I still had a pair on under my sweatpants Removed security tags so I could get cash And I aint proud of these deeds I know That the seeds I sow could hardly grow for me Cos when you take from the word the world takes back double, That’s why some get deeper in the hustle. I did a lot worse that could of got me into trouble But put myself in music cos it made me more humble In the scheme yo it taught me many things That I carry with this love, honesty and discipline yo CHORUS VERSE 3 I know a lot of people but I’m close to very few Cos very many only want what they can take from you (ha) They never walk with the fear of God They always walk with this cool façade Projecting love when they heart is hard They spit stones when they speak They whisper words of love but underneath They shout words of hate they shout words But they words just flake, I see through it Cos they words is cake, they words is… Sugar coated with Cherries on top, they words is… Nothing for me I’ll never give up, they words is… Poisonous, venomous so steer clear of that And never fall into that venomous trap Of being taking too easy, they say kindness is Your weakness so believe me don’t take these words lightly Or you might be unlikely to ever win So carry love, honesty and that discipline CHORUS REFRAIN Uh, uh. uh, uh, (repeatedly for 7 bars) CHORUS (omitting last line) OUTRO Take the baseline out
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CHORUS Nicole (x16) VERSE 1 Never so much on my mind get let it off now Not now but right now and let me get down Tell you bout this lady I call Nicole Quiet as kept like anorexics who tip-toe She had a great figure, got me like a Cop with a Itchy trigger finger on duty drinking liquor Whole in the heart very weak ticker Always had to call her on her two way And I needed love like LL Cool J Now this is simple, she thought that she Could love me till she’s old and wrinkled Come on now relationships they come and they go But yo with Nicole twenty-seven years Only wore white gold she owned a Bentley Spoke real gently always real friendly Frequently tempt me to do many things Telling me my duty is to do anything yo CHORUS Nicole (x 8) VERSE 2 Education, graduation, try and stop her She’s far from the days she worked at Footlocker When her uniform tag said Nicole And her salary was very little And now she’s making money doing well for her own Drives a cool car, part owns her home Loves a sweet tooth like Toblerone Practices guitar on a monotone Singing love songs that she wrote Says “I’m gonna get a deal” but she won’t Plus she never ever wanna rock the boat Loves the quiet life plus her Doctors note Said she shouldn’t sing cos she popped her throat When she was a kid and she swallowed a coat button Now she topless models a little As long as she aint showing her nipples CHORUS Nicole (x 8) REFRAIN Come on Nicole, Nicky’s ready on the right (Oww, oww) Nicky’s ready on the left I said come on Nicole, Nicky’s ready in the middle (Oww, oww) Nicky’s ready at back I said come on Nicole, Nicky’s ready on the front (Oww, oww) Nicky’s ready up top I said come on Nicole, Nicky’s down low (Oww, oww, oww, oww) Nicky’s ready VERSE 3 Ha, Nicole was a beautiful girl Made my world seem like beautiful world (ha) And in my heart she was a suitable girl Some would say an unusual girl But I would never take heed cos I fought with my heartstrings Yeah real deep like African carvings She hung on the mantle as an example She knew about her roots and they were strong like bamboo Now she’s smoking like a blown out candle Wearing dangly bangles and Asian sandal’s Compliments on the mic I handle I bring it to your neck like a dude who strangles Nicky’s all grown up now Tells me all the time I should have blown up now (ha) She’s in the Gym trying to tone up now Got her feminine styles all sown up now CHORUS Nicole (x 16) REFRAIN CHORUS Nicole (x 8)
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CHORUS Maybe it was meant to be, but there isn’t no guarantees That life could be stress free from… Maybe we can make a change Or things will remain the same Wouldn’t that be a shame? (danger) Oh no VERSE 1 Ay yo I never knew the streets was so dangerous Minors thinking that they majors at young ages Neglect they character to make paper Never crossed they mind to make wages Is it that they going through these phases? Its so dangerous, upper class looking at the Lower class funny style Turn they noses up cos its money Now rich kids never knew the meaning of hard work Its defamation brought up on yourself when its Gods work Is that the street life? Please, robberies Drug dealers selling keys, pirate copy DVD’s Sold by the Chinese, gun crime up Coke heads in squat houses who snort lines up School gangs blazing, Black kids against the Asians Since the days of Thatcher and Ron Reagan Very little inspiration, grown folks misplace patience The universe mentality is dangerous CHORUS VERSE 2 Ay yo I never knew my block was so dangerous Alcoholics walk around in two’s with mental health patients Young blood’s buying blunt wraps assorted flavours Taunting neighbours, the police aint really doing Nothing to contain em’ Combination of the staircase and urination Weed smoke fragrance floating to the playgrounds Bass sounds booming out from double glazing And these dudes walking round with pants down think it’s amazing The government needs to provide some ventilation This aint healthy like a quarter pound of bacon But rich folks spend while poor folks pretend While rich folks lend the poor are borrowing Banks take blood money cos it’s all one money Invest in wars, transforms to gun money Now they run money, tell me why not? They got plenty But there’s still poverty in the twenty first century That don’t make sense but does anything really? It’s hard to meet another who will treat you sincerely A Black man aint nothing with his diamonds and braids It’s the same if he live in Africa and got AIDS It’s the same if he got a PHD and got paid Yo it’s the same if he done a crime got caught and jailed It’s a quick world with an upsurge of laziness With them quick girls who act so dangerous CHORUS VERSE 3 Ay yo, I never knew my mind was so dangerous The way I print it on this paper Cos nobody aint here doing me no favours Got a street hustle with no street muscle Live a street life without the street strife Street nights, lights out I get the beats right I take each mic and I rhyme for each night I got a pair of jeans that match for each Nike And got a pair of eyes that take in each light My mind cogwheels keep turning, I’m still learning Got the kind of motivation that’s determined To try the untryable and do the undoable Take risks money make and do the unusual Bring it back show these younger men about my pinnacle Make a challenge to the cold hearted and the cynical Brought a miracle to a friend and a stranger DL, Consist forward slash danger. CHORUS REFRAIN (x4) What you do? What you do? What you do? What you do? What you doing?
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INTRO Ay yo it’s about to go down right now, here’s the beat yall Ha, yo so I guess it’s about that time for me to speak VERSE 1 Why is the world so (crazy)? Why are some girls so (crazy)? Why are some guys so (crazy)? Why are my rhymes so (crazy)? I got this time yo to speak my mind so I’m on the grind yo, I won’t recline no I’m trying to figure just how to blow your mind yo While all these other cats are looking to be signed yo I’m trying to work it out so it can make sense But this is so unreal just like a fake ten The way that life gets somehow deflates us But yo our faith must somehow remake us And reinstate us or else they break us Recognize that they aint doing us no favours So I keep wondering, I’m sitting pondering If this gone fade away or will it turn to fun again? Don’t have an answer yo not one that’s tangible So here I am alone, I’m just… CHORUS Scratching, my head I’m scratching my head (x6) Scratching my head I’m (x4) Scratching Go (x17) Go (female x4) VERSE 2 (Huh) Its like relationships what are they all about? What’s with the arguments? Why do they kick us out? Why do we kick em’ out? Why do we sleep around? We say we love each other but it seems we having doubts Why do we let emotions rule over the logical? And when it comes to truth we can be economical It’s psychological, but still we cave in I’m saved from the days when I played all them games man To my amazement I still get fazed when Somebody does me wrong but still can act so brazen And my relation’s no longer sacred It don’t got that trademark, it don’t got that patent And in the midst of all that that nonsense That negativity will try to capture my circumference Without an answer yo, we nothing valuable It leaves me all alone, just… CHORUS VERSE 3 Yo, so now I witness the pain and suffering That often gets applied to make a tougher man And I’ve discovered man, just like the Government We systematically controlling one another man So to my Brothers and them Single Mothers man And all the peoples who we know that really love us man There is a lake of fire, they trying to shove us in They say “Its comfortable” and they try and tuck us in But they can’t suck us in, I aint that gullible Though I am only human I do get vulnerable I know which way I’m heading, I got it mapped out I’m gonna follow it until I black out But until I black out I try my hardest to Become a legend who is so incredible And if that day arrives my time was worth it For all the years I spent just… CHORUS CHORUS OUT Scratching, my head I’m scratching my head (x2) Scratching (x13) Go (x24) Go (female x8)
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INTRO Yeah, this is unreal, yo in my opinion we got too much bad situations so let me, let me practice this. As a youngen I came up in the times of when rap and adolescent people rather punch than… and ado… rap was adolescent people.. ok, ok, I, I think I got it… CHORUS You got me watching you lately I’d like to know what’s up with you, you, you? (Yeah uh) And it’s driving me crazy, Tell me what am I supposed to do, do, do? VERSE 1 As a youngen I came up in the times of when rap Was adolescent people rather punch than gun clap When parents were stricter and kids don’t talk back Them days were the bomb and I wish I could walk back Cos times done changed but it aint for the better I fear for these young souls who aint go getters The time of the email they can’t write letters A world of followers and not trend setters Where MTV is as much aspiration For kids who don’t really have any vocation And rather be hard than to be too smart And use they hate over using they heart I asked a young blood what he wants when he grows He still don’t know and he’s now 24 Walking on the road in the sleet in the snow Up to no damn good gets chased by Po, Po Looking for a sneak move to make some cash Pretends that he’s flossing when it’s more than he has Don’t he understand that this life can’t last? Should have paid attention when sitting in class You think that he cares? No he wanna live fast And throw mad stones though his homes made of glass His value for life’s at an all time low But can he turn it around? I just don’t know I’m watching the world CHORUS VERSE 2 Huh yo I’m watching the ways of these mom’s and these Dad’s And fear for the lives of the kids I don’t have What I’m supposed to tell em’? That the world went Mad? Parents got lazy so kids turned bad? Parents had no clue so kids done crashed? Society influences too much man It aint just that its environments too The kind of experiences they go through And all kinds of things that we exposed to Its there for you to see it when you turn on the news It aint about a team it’s just about a crew It’s all me, me, me and nothing bout you It’s all gimme, gimme, gimme and give back to who? Them yout’ gwarn do what them yout’ gwarn do Enough is enough say the law and it’s true But this problem is old dun this problem aint new And is there anything I can do to give back? Beside pen lyrics and rhyme on a track? And can one man make a great big change? Without his effort going down in vain? And causing him strain making him feel pain And saying to himself “never do that again” I just don’t know and it just don’t stop So each and everyday it’s the world I watch Yo I’m watching the world CHORUS (x2) OUTRO Yo so that’s it yo, I really don’t have much more to say So I’mma just take a draw of this Marlborough One…
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The Bump 03:26
INTRO What VERSE 1 Mics, what MC’s hold To say a few words so the truth gets told about the pain The suffering, the trouble in your life by thing that cause you to fold so we dream and think about the places we could be so we need to pick up some paper and a pen a instrument with ink that we use once we think of the words then we put it in our rhymes catchphrases that we say so when we get played All our fans can give us mad props respect from our work praise and shouts cos we made it sound ill on the beat the rhythmic sound move your head up and down while you listen to the way that we flow the way the words move, the patterns and the grooves that we master in the studio (uh huh) The place that we go to get it all out And put it all down on tape It’s something that you play in your car, in your crib In the night in the day for the girls Who know how to shake it Just like they do when they watching a rap video Promotional tool to get you face seen And get your voice heard going CHORUS The bump, the bump, bump, the bump (hip-hop) The bump, the bump, the bump, bump go (what) (x2) The bump, the bump, bump, the bump (yeah yall) The bump, the bump, the one more time (yeah yall) The bump, the bump, bump, the bump (hip-hop) The bump, the bump, the bump, bump go (what) VERSE 2 Freestyle, to spit off the dome Them kids in them ciphers in the corners Yo they do it for the love, the passion Affection for the game, we do it from the heart And not just for the money, The moolah, the doe The gwap, we use it to buy them fat gold chains (hah?) The old school jewellery you wear round your neck When you stand for a photo and you pose (huh) To take a position or a stance Put your hands up in the air like peace A word that we say when we done on the phone Or at the last verse of a song A chorus a verse, it’s like three minutes And gets played on radio, a wireless tool It transmits sound and make you really wanna say yo Another word we use to grab the attention of someone We wanna talk to (2) the number of turntables DJ’s need To really make it happen on a mix (uh huh) You blend one song with another song And make sure the tempos on time And this I don’t have, so bring the chorus back And the baseline B and go… CHORUS (x2) INTRO What VERSE 1 Mics, what MC’s hold To say a few words so the truth gets told about the pain The suffering, the trouble in your life by thing that cause you to fold so we dream and think about the places we could be so we need to pick up some paper and a pen a instrument with ink that we use once we think of the words then we put it in our rhymes catchphrases that we say so when we get played All our fans can give us mad props respect from our work praise and shouts cos we made it sound ill on the beat the rhythmic sound move your head up and down while you listen to the way that we flow the way the words move, the patterns and the grooves that we master in the studio (uh huh) The place that we go to get it all out And put it all down on tape It’s something that you play in your car, in your crib In the night in the day for the girls Who know how to shake it Just like they do when they watching a rap video Promotional tool to get you face seen And get your voice heard going CHORUS The bump, the bump, bump, the bump (hip-hop) The bump, the bump, the bump, bump go (what) (x2) The bump, the bump, bump, the bump (yeah yall) The bump, the bump, the one more time (yeah yall) The bump, the bump, bump, the bump (hip-hop) The bump, the bump, the bump, bump go (what) VERSE 2 Freestyle, to spit off the dome Them kids in them ciphers in the corners Yo they do it for the love, the passion Affection for the game, we do it from the heart And not just for the money, The moolah, the doe The gwap, we use it to buy them fat gold chains (hah?) The old school jewellery you wear round your neck When you stand for a photo and you pose (huh) To take a position or a stance Put your hands up in the air like peace A word that we say when we done on the phone Or at the last verse of a song A chorus a verse, it’s like three minutes And gets played on radio, a wireless tool It transmits sound and make you really wanna say yo Another word we use to grab the attention of someone We wanna talk to (2) the number of turntables DJ’s need To really make it happen on a mix (uh huh) You blend one song with another song And make sure the tempos on time And this I don’t have, so bring the chorus back And the baseline B and go… CHORUS (x2)
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INTRO I’m internationally known upon the microphone (and various scratching catchphrases) VERSE 1 Can I get your attention Ladies and Gentlemen? Cos you about a witness an MC’s intelligence Yo this aint a track made to get at you man I just did it so the Motherfuckers understand Who’s the greatest and did it for the last ten years I’m in credit while dudes got careers in arrears Cos the Niggas talk shit about who’s the best While I just rhyme make beats and keep stacking the cheques And I aint down with them dudes playing haterish games Them Niggas beefin’ like the eating Steak Fried Lomeins They say I aint UK cos I rap like this But Bitch jealous cos they couldn’t do a track like this But I’ve no disrespect to no one dude If I’m a fool then it takes one to know one dude Still I keep shit hot like I’m wrapped in foil Cos I’m the best to ever do it on this UK soil I inter-chicky-national CHORUS (Various scratching catchphrases) VERSE 2 Yo I can sit and write bars smoking Cuban cigars Women say that I remind em’ of an earlier NaS And my fans wanna know who’s running London city? It’s DL he’s the Russell, Dre, Jay, P. Diddy Masta P, JD, Suge Knight of the rap game Yall wanna know my real name but stick to my rap name It’s DL the dude who always comes in first When Motherfuckers type my name on the Google search So check the website and purchase from the online store You can cop my shit from seven, ninety-nine or more And I’ll be damned if another rapper outs my lights This is WashFam baby Niggas own the rights To the masters, the publishing and all them things Moving forward just to look at what the future brings And my pace is regulated if I sprint or stroll I’m international, I done been around the globe Biyiatch! CHORUS VERSE 3 One of the best to ever do it on this vinyl wax And I aint causing trouble, I’m just stating the facts So I hope you take heed to the words I speak Cos I aint saying this for nothing Niggas talk is cheap And I pay real money if you work real hard You pay peanuts you get Monkeys doing the job And Monkey business don’t result in Niggas making no loot All they do is clown around, stay in a cage and eat fruit Had this female friend who I thought was strange She would get all in my business try and fuck up my game How this Bitch gone tell me how to use my brain? When she seven months pregnant and she snorts Cocaine Now that’s stupid, you chump huh you don’t know me I’m Consist, who the fuck are you supposed to be? And that life that you repping aint fashionable But yo forget it baby cos I’m international huh! CHORUS (Various scratching catchphrases)
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I Love... 03:39
CHORUS Yo I love the way you make me move (la, la, la, la) I love it when you do what you do (la, la, la, la) I love the way you make me feel (la, la, la, la) So wake me up I’m guessing this is a dream (la, la, la, la) (la, la, la, la… la, la, la, la) VERSE 1 I love it when you choose to come round my way Love it when you call me cos it brightens my day Over and over girl you run through my mind Very beautiful in other words you are fine Every time I see you it increases a touch Love the way you talk to me and such and such Even when you angry you a beautiful girl And I’m overwhelmed that you have entered my world Never had the chance before to tell you these words Never had the chance before but now it’s occurred Everywhere I travel I’m reminded of you Maybe cos I’m loving all the things that you do Cos you very special and I’m telling you so Lady let me tell you cos you probably don’t know Every time I see you is it something I show? I just wanna make sure you know what I know Sometimes I’m thinking can this really be so? Honestly it is and that’s just how it goes (yeah) (la, la, la, la) CHORUS I don’t even have much more to say on this matter Listen to my heart because it pitters and patters Obviously it’s the way I feel about you Visualizing everything you do when you do Echoing the words that go round in my mind Lately I’ve been feeling it much stronger I find Every time I stop myself from saying what’s right And I don’t know where you’re at in your life Needless to say that my feelings are here Never really want my feelings to disappear Every time I’m by myself I’m hoping you’re near Must be that magic that you put in the air Could it be I’m saying far too much for your ears? Listen to me carefully and it will become clear Each and everything I say is tailored for you In a way you never thought but baby it’s true So let me know if you’re working this out Hopefully you’ll know what I’m talking about (for real) (la, la, la, la) CHORUS OUTRO Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
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INTRO Now this song is dedicated to… all those young ladies who… Seem to… like to spend other people’s money CHORUS Baby, baby, baby I don’t wanna be rude But I know the cause of your bloody attitude I know why you act that way It usually happens when you didn’t get paid I sympathize crazily When you get your pay check you can come check me This aint a joint to disrespect you But one pay check aint better than two (check it out) VERSE 1 It’s a classic example of a, a broke chick Sweating you for money it makes you so sick Yep you got paper but ooops she knows this Now she’s seeing you in Technicolor like Joseph You the first number in her speed dial phone Makes that quick call when her doe gets low When her doe’s no more when her doe’s all gone She will be that predator and she preys on You telling you her sob story You say there, there thinking “what’s this got to do with me?” “I helped you out the last time and you owe me” “I’ll get it back to you”, that’s what you told me But you’ll fail to mention it the next time we speak And you’ll fail to mention it the next time we speak And you failed to mention it the next time we spoke And you failed again, come on you that broke? Smooth it out now baby, I know you aint rich But you aint got to be the one who straight acts like a… I shouldn’t say that, maybe I’ve gone too far True it’s a hard life maybe I’ve gone too harsh But if I open up my wallet and I show it to you Your eyes will pop out of your head just like a kids cartoon And so I have to sing a little song for you Just to remind you that I’m cool but hon I aint that dude! CHORUS VERSE 2 Now I aint the type of dude who likes to sit here and preach But I will if I am noticing that you are a leech And you probably aint gone listen to this musical speech Thinking to yourself “I’ll play him cos I know he’s a geek” Wrong baby girl, now is that what you think? But call me up to take you for a couple of drinks Some Chinese food and a cinema seat Then call the next week like you want a repeat Now I aint saying that a man shouldn’t pay But he likes to get the feeling that he aint being played But something’s telling me that baby really don’t care All she wants is money just to straighten her hair Get her nails done at the expense of a guy She’s not a hard worker but she wants to look fly And this attitude is kind of wack word up Yeah she got a job but she don’t hardly turn up Smooth it out now, so why you never got doe? But she don’t need no doe if she can spend all of yours And she don’t need no doe if you be giving her more And she don’t need no doe because you gave her before But there’s a few things that you must understand (huh) Your bank account is her contingency plan So I had to sing this little song for that chick To remind her that I’m older and I know every trick (huh) CHORUS LEI-AN CHORUS Baby, baby, babe you say you’re not being rude But you’re so sick of my bloody attitude Wondering why I act this way It usually happens when you get paid I sympathize crazily But when you get your pay check that’s when you see me Why should I work when I can live off of you? Even though one pay is better than two CHORUS REFRAIN Lets go (x13) OUTRO So did it really work out for you? I don’t think so… Was it really worth all that trouble? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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INTRO This is for the streets, uh, yeah CHORUS I’m, I’m, I’m taking rap back where it came from T-take-taking rap back (huh) Yo I’m, I’m taking rap back where it came from Know my name son cos it’s simple and plain son VERSE 1 Yo you was wrong if you listened when they said I was done Homie as far as I’m concerned this here is day one Taking Hip-Hop back to where it came from Basic ingredients like Cheese and Bun So brush up your steez when you see me come Cos I’m bout to make these Sucker MC’s go run I rep three o’clock that’s East London But still respect six, nine and Midnight son At eight I’m another at 7 a cool brother When I spit words ricochet dun so take cover I’m lethal just like Mel Gib and Dan Glover I know money talks I heard it from Chris Tucker I’m so super fly they call me Jimmy Snucka So keep out my way I’m Bruce with Nunchukas Like Rampage and Busta Rhymes I bring that Ruckus And only ever have five words for Snake Brothers “Forget it and dead it” yep I just said it A legend in the game for that I take credit Haters want me to fall back but I won’t let it And that aint no secret Son so go spread it Cos real Hip-Hop’s in the house right now So if you can’t take the heat go find your nightgown And take a lie down this is all I’ve known My name is DL and yes I got that rap game sown CHORUS I got the rap game sown; I got the rap game sown Now I’m all grown got the rap game sown The rap game sown, got the rap game sown Yep I’m all grown, got the rap game sown I’m, I’m, I’m taking rap back where it came from T-take-taking rap back (huh) Yo I’m, I’m taking rap back where it came from Know my name Son cos it’s simple and plain Son VERSE 2 I know you probably thinking that’s a simple swag One of the best to ever do it that’s a simple brag I make beats sound bad when I’m up in the lab And the drums so mad when its under a stab that go “Raaaaah raaaaah raaaaaah raaaaah” And I’m something like a phenomenon Some are lucky that I even got time for them Let alone for me to sit and pen a rhyme for them Big up the Mixtape DJ’s, blend tape cassettes All the best for your release I wish you every success See some dudes say on the mic I’m a menace While the bass booms on my Yamaha NS Ten to twelve bars left in this verse It’s hardcore but notice that I aint even cursed And there’s one word that goes everywhere that I be And that’s C. L. A. double S. I. C From my very first album to this here moment Every damn opponent has literally blown it They picked the microphone up but hardly couldn’t hold it I raised the poker stakes they eventually folded I’m like Jill Scott live my life like it’s golden Young Blood’s who wanna sound ill ask me to show them How rap was way back in the olden While them name droppers really front like I know them CHORUS OUTRO Yo I wanna say rest in peace… to Big L, DJ Swing, Jam Master J, Kidco, Biggie Smalls, J Dilla, Big Pun, Tupac and O.D.B. and Eazy-E… Yo now bring that beat back!
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I only have three minutes…oh man... Where is he? Is that him? I think that’s him... Yeah that’s him Hey you…? Hey, hey you…? Psssss hey you…? Hey, hey, hey you? Hey… (move out the way old man) Ok, ok, ok… hey… hey… hey… come here… come here! VERSE 1 Would you believe I wrote these words when I was seventy-three? Travelled in a time machine and brought them back to me Minding my own business felt a tap on my shoulder Turned around, it was me but forty-four years older Took a long stare, walking stick, grey hair Old raincoat but still liked to wear Nike Air He said “DL I know you don’t believe what you see But it’s me” I said who? He said “you” I said me? How could this be? This the kind of thing you only See on TV and you aint Marty Mcfly You aint Doc Brown, he told me to “Shut up and sit down I got a lot of things to tell you Dun so don’t make a sound Only had 3 minutes so take my advice And listen to me carefully cos I can’t say it twice Cos this the point of time you gotta change up your life See back in 2051 you got me paying the price And it’s a hard life if the truth be told And the world there is run by 14 year olds They doing drug deals right under the Governments nose Twelve year old girls that’s pregnant and smoke bones And every other person walking round is a clone And we all saw it coming and we knew it was wrong But the world did nothing and time moved on So I had to come back to you and give you this song” CHORUS (x2) Wait a minute, pause… I don’t believe you You trying to say that ya me and this a preview? Of what my life will be like as a old man? Get with the program, is this a joke man? “I told you shut up, listen and never interrupt” But wait old man, what I’m supposed to do about us? “Uh you can’t change the world but you can change your life And it starts with the way you represent on the mic Spit smarter, stronger, wiser, bolder” Why’s that? “Or I’m who you’re gonna be when you’re older A tired old man who aint got nothing to show for his life You’re young enough to make things right Take a old school beat like one from the nineties Loop up a piano then make it sound grimey And take this piece of paper of these words I wrote And quote and make sure it sounds real dope, I gotta go” Yo hold up, I got some questions to ask You say my future is your distant past? Well do I have kids and do I get married? (Hmmmh) With his benevolence he told me “That’s irrelevant Concentrate on being good willed and be a Gentleman And keep the fire in your heart from dying And don’t try to be the best but be the best at trying You a young blood and got so much to do in your life Make sure you know the difference between wrong and right” Then he stood and looked me dead in the eye and told me “When you old and looking in the mirror my man I hope you never see me cos if you do then you failed Your three minutes is up”, then he vanished!
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INTRO Play (x5) VERSE1 I’m never ghosting I say what I write Hardly freestyle I get paid what I write Hardly hold back kid I say what I like And with that in mind I sound great on the mic And this aint on a hype it’s the real deal raw My beats sound hotter than they ever did before Approach every song like “This aint no chore” There aint a piece of paper with a rhyme that I tore Its Funky dawg and I’m here like a soldier Said I couldn’t do it but I told ya I’m older Got the weight of the world sitting on my shoulders Now I want a refund on them rhymes that you sold us They straight wack and you wanna be famous? I know we shouldn’t say that yo but who can blame us? Cos every time you get a beat to move on the faders You contributing to the fact you bound to be nameless And that aint cool that aint even ok You bout to drop your record everybody’s blahzay They talking bout they girl or need to touch up they fade While you pestering the DJ for your record to play (ah-hey) CHORUS Play… My joints get played cos they hot And yours probably don’t cos they not Play… but don’t take it out on me It’s just the way that it’s supposed to be Play... my joints get played cos they ill While your probably getting told “chill” Play… and take your rhymes back to the lab Here’s some money go and catch you a cab VERSE 2 Huh, yo I’ve never fallen off from when I begun From my first record down to this here one From my first show to the next one I rock From a whole cycle of a hand on a clock It’s clear I got my whole game on lock And I don’t need to get no props or have MC’s on my jock While small timers talking bout the bars that they got Them bars are criminal homie I’m calling the Cops Like Whooo! Whooo! You bout to get locked up And broken like the breaks that you hear chopped up Incarcerated knowing what I’m talking about Screaming “Ahhhh!!” somebody let me out But that’s what happens when you mess with the grown ups Acting like you big time with records that’s blown up When in actuality it’s never the case You said you got flavour but we don’t like the taste So what can I say that I haven’t yet said? When your styles just D.E.D. ded! Simple and plain didn’t even need A Cos A is for them students who be getting the play (ah-hey) CHORUS OUTRO Play (x5)
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The 4th Quarter is Funky DL's 9th studio album and is by far the most popular of all. This album is a variation of 4 different styles of hip-hop split into quarters, each containing 3 tracks. The styles are: Soul / New Age / Jazz / Authentic.

The album epitomizes the essence of quality hip-hop. It takes no prisoners and quenches every possible thirst of the true rap music lover in ways that can only be un-described in comparison to other hip-hop albums currently stalking the commercial arena. In an age where commercial modesty and grunge type aggression seem to dominate hip-hop, the 4th quarter liberates and emancipates everything once great about hip-hop that was unjustly lost… True hip-hop is back…

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released September 10, 2007

Produced by Funky DL for Washington Classics 2011

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Funky DL is regarded as one of the most legendary and significant MC's and Producers to come out of the UK. Now globally known for delivering albums with both musical and lyrical finesse...

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