The 4th Quarter

by Funky DL

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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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Track Name: Love Honesty & Discipline
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
Track Name: Nicole featuring Xantoné Blacq
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)
Track Name: Danger featuring Dukus Alemay
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?
Track Name: Scratchin' My Head
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)
Track Name: Watchin' The World
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…
Track Name: The Bump
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)
Track Name: International featuring DJ Kofi
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)
Track Name: I Love...
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
Track Name: Pay Check featuring Lei-an
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
Track Name: Taking Rap Back
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!
Track Name: The 3 Minute Preview
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!
Track Name: Play
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)