Intro (Stee Moglie) Oh, oh, umm, um, yeah, yeah, umm, um. Verse One (Funky DL) Yeah I’m back again, it’s Funky on the track again, and everything is smooth right from the music to the packaging, I never run short like Park Ave to Madison, I been around the block from Knight like this was Gladys and the Pips on a midnight train going from to coast to coast, arriving at a place where I ain’t falling for no okie dokes, from these Pinocchios’ who smoking more than Smokey smokes, asking if we puff, puff, give, you fucking know we don’t, I got that legal mind, the hardest worker, run up on DL the wrong way I might murk ya’, put you back in the box, double tape and return ya’, trying to compare me with some dude I never heard a’, it’s murda, (murda), murda, (murda), no wonder why they keep turning round clutching they purse up, a threat, but with no aggression, cos I’m bad like MJ 1987. Chorus (Funky DL) Everybody listen up, I got something to tell you, there’s many things I tried to do, some of them fell through, but when it comes to making these riddims and these tunes, nobody seems to do it in the way that I do, everybody listen up, I got something to tell you, there’s many things I tried to do, some of them fell through, but when it comes to making these riddims and these tunes, nobody seems to do it in the way that I do, do, do, do, do. Verse Two (Funky DL) This ain’t an image, this ain’t a persona, this a thriller, this a drama, this is killing them with Karma, this is playing every city from Chicago to Jakarta, this is heat like lava, this is sweet Peach Cobbler, this is D, the beat-making rhyme... I keep saying that, will never drop the ball, you can’t surprise me when you playing catch, I got a knack for this, it’s a second nature, run up on DL the wrong way I might blaze ya’, it’s too bad that I do brag, I got rhymes that’ll bun ya’ from my 94 school bag, from the days of white vests and black doo-rags, from the days of JD string shoe bags, I been perfecting this art-form with a precision, to be the best whether or not I get the recognition, I’m a threat, but no aggression, and this another one to add to your collection. Chorus (x2) Outro (Stee Moglie & Funky DL) (It’s like that y’all) it’s like this (it’s like this y’all) and like that, (it’s like that y’all) and like this (it’s like this y’all) and like that, (it’s like that y’all) it’s like that, it’s like this and like that,

Intro (Stee Moglie) Come on, come on, come on, uh’. Verse One (Funky DL) Yo, there she goes again, making my head spin like a disc in a nickelodeon, only pole position like she’s standing on a podium, dressed like a bohemian, small frame, one size down from a medium, you know the type of woman the brothers describe as premium, don’t wanna approach in case she think you a comedian, so you trying to chill in back like a chameleon, it never matters what outfit she wear, I’m always feeling them, some say she half Filipino and Armenian, I don’t really know, it’s like I’m guessing her ingredients, all I know is that she take me high like I’m on helium, kind of girl that make you forget any woman previous, smile that is devious, but acting like I never seen her, she a Mercedes, don’t you pull in a Cortina, she Air Jordan, don’t you pull up in no torn Fila’s, and yo I mean this, she something outta fairy-tale, enchanting just like a spell that mesmerizes very well, they say she’s feeling me, but really I can never tell. Chorus (Stee Moglie) Ooh girl, I wanna know what’s in your headspace, you’re out of this world, move a little closer, Cocoa Butter, baby come and put your cup on my coaster, girl your brown eyes are pulling me deep in, am I in too deep, or do I float your boat girl? Do I float your boat girl? Ooh girl, ooh girl. Verse Two (Funky DL) Yo, like Pete Rock explained, she kinda’ mind blowing, take her to dinner, but don’t have to keep the wine flowing, and ain’t the type of girl you ever gon’ deny knowing, she got an enigmatic aura and a mystery, she’ll have you looking at your current girl like she is history, and have you thinking that you would do anything for this to be, is she single? Is she joined in holy matrimony? she leavin’ brothers in a mess like kids with ravioli, and when I see her I’m like “cheese/Jheez” like it’s macaroni and she the quiet type, she never has to say nothing, I bet she go to the club and never pay nothing, would have gave her this song, but doubt she’d hit the play button, I’ve seen brothers get blown to smithereens, with stupid compliments like “how you do Miss Philippines? And never quite recover from the damaged self-esteem, and yo I mean this, she something outta fairy-tale, enchanting just like a spell and mesmerizes very well, they say she’s feeling me, but really? I can never tell. Chorus (Stee Moglie)

Intro (Cicero) Yeah-eah, umm-umm, yeah-eah yeah, yeah - yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh. Chorus (Cicero) Playing in the park, video games, staying up after dark, family over, house parties, school friends telling me, “come follow me on a bus journey”, chillin’ at home playing old CD's, video games, colourful magazines, early morning Saturday kids TV, feeling so free. Verse One (Funky DL) Trading Panini sticker books was Thug Life, Nico Claesen was like the hardest to find, Adidas Gazelles for some were the hardest to buy, 1985, Thriller was out, I’m watching Michael as a Zombie, The Huxtables was Bill Cosby, Phylicia Rashad, with five kids, money in the bank, this a facade? Immersed in the breakin’ culture, it’s like Turbo had us spinning on our backs, our heads to hand-claps, Ozone, school uniform was fresh on my first day, my favourite television show’s every Thursday’ fist fights in many places and one we named Las Vegas, around this time Tyson was the greatest, The Jungle Brothers on my playlist, headphones with red foam and cassettes tapes you had to turnover, it was a time that slowly disappeared, looking back on these years like another lifetime, cos before I’d write rhymes I was… Chorus (Cicero) Playing in the park, video games, staying up after dark, family over, house parties, school friends telling me, “come follow me on a bus journey”, chillin’ at home playing old CD's, video games, colourful magazines, early morning Saturday kids TV, feeling so free. Verse Two (Funky DL) On the flip-side, we older now, obligations, responsibilities and paying tax is trying to hold us down for some of us it’s too much, I seen friends locked up, struggling with drugs and get shot, lose they kids to the system, from care homes to prison, could be a lack of wisdom, a lack of recognition, a lack of supervision, a lack of discipline, a lack of one parent as a participant, I’m listening to people making facts out opinions and nothing supersedes making money for dominion, they want millions and millionaires want billions, and everybody’s on the Gram with their brilliance, like “look at me, don’t I look good? Here’s another picture of me that I took good and see the number in the corner increase, that mean they like me” and all this reminds me is that it's unlikely that one day I might be… Chorus (Cicero) Playing in the park, (yeah), video games, staying up after dark, (ooh-ooh), family over, house parties, school friends telling me, “come follow me on a bus journey”, (yeah-eah), chillin’ at home playing old CD's, (yeah-yeah), video games, colourful magazines, early morning Saturday kids TV, feeling so free. Yo’, can we take it back to? playing in the park, (yeah), video games, staying up after dark, family over, house parties, school friends telling me, “come follow me on a bus journey”, chillin’ at home playing old CD's, video games, colourful magazines, early morning Saturday kids TV, feeling so free. Outro (Cicero) Playing in the park… chillin’ at home… video games… old CD’s… feeling so free.

Intro (Stee Moglie) Easy, easy, easy. Verse One (Funky DL) All I wanna do is just chill with my mind stress free and a bottle that’s filled with XO, it’s like I’m on vacation having dinner Al Fresco, and should I take a top up on this glass? Well I guess so, cos I don’t want no drama, just a pretty La Cubana, she hotter than Nevada, cooling out in the Ramada, ain’t nothing presidential, but I still feel like Obama, she’s bad meaning good, so that’s confusing when it’s karma, now I’m in the back of a Mercedes doing sixty, decreasing down to Forty, but the breeze is like it’s fifty, looking out the window and the scene is picturesque, I’m really in the present like my name’s Saint Nicholas, the music that I’m hearing is the perfect stimulus, for me to stay on course just like a college syllabus, guess all I’m trying to say is that it’s nice to get some rest, so I can wake up feeling so refreshed. Chorus (Stee Moglie) Easy, easy I’m on a vibe, don’t dim my shine, I’m feeling… fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, I’m feeling fine, there’s not a care that’s on my mind, I’m feeling... Verse Two (Funky DL) All I wanna do is unwind with my mind on my money and my money redefined, flicking through a magazine without reading between the lines, feel the love from everyone like everyday is Valentines, incognito in disguise, every ego in decline, different people enterprise, put my feet up and recline, settle back and close my eyes, meditate and clear my mind, disconnect from everything, allow my peace to realign, realise, not everything is really worth my time, feeling free times three, that number converts to nine, cloud nine, a place where everything is so sublime, where a state of happiness and jubilation both combine, I go there all the time to tell the truth I must confess, some others find it difficult when feeling so depressed, and yeah I get despondent, but I know nevertheless, I’m always on a quest to find a way to get refreshed. Chorus (Stee Moglie) Easy, easy I’m on a vibe, don’t dim my shine, I’m feeling… fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, I’m feeling fine, there’s not a care that’s on my mind, I’m feeling… easy, easy I’m on a vibe, don’t dim my shine, I’m feeling… fine, fine, fine, fine, I’m feeling fine, there’s not a care that’s on my mind, I’m feeling...

Chorus (Various Scratching) They never come close to the truth, they never tell the truth like they supposed to, they never come close to the truth, they never talk the truth like they supposed to, they never come close to the truth, they never tell the truth like they supposed to, they never come close to the truth, they never talk the truth, the truth. Verse One (Funky DL) Oh what a web you weaving with deceit, I’m disbelieving, try pull the wool over my eyes to change what I’m perceiving, you say you run the game, they know your name, it’s so misleading, cos where I’m from, we got a word for that, we calling it dreaming, don’t try to blame me, cos the word is out you shady, on the radio you ghost like Moore, Goldberg and Swayze, or just maybe you when boast, bull rage like Scorsese, you should really settle down like Dempsey, wanna Makepeace, entry level, amateur, novice you a beginner, a newcomer, trainee, apprentice a light swimmer, playing with the big boys, homie you might hiccup, this is not like Kansas Dorothy, this a stick up, so take your Toto’s, cos it’s a no-no, cos player you remind me of a drought, it’s dry, nothing, no flow, you better find the back of the queue and you can count yourself lucky that this only probably happens to you, went from Robinson Crusoe to Daniel Larruso, that’s shipwrecked to you show me wax on, you puto, a coward and a traitor, promoting a garbage playlist and under your seven layers you feeble, but seconds later you talking like you the greatest, like Showtime in Vegas, I’ve no time for statements that you publish from your anus, I know it sounds harsh, but if truth be told, you can’t even come close, cos in the booth we cold. Chorus Verse Two (Abioseh) You see the thing about you Rappers is you talk a lot of smackers, in your lips, I ought to smack you’s like, not everyday smacking your lips about these slappers and these trappers, how your man a’ run with hammers, bit ironic right? Excuse my manners, no I shouldn’t call you Rappers, nothing but a bunch of actors, who don’t even scrape the standard type, your ego feeling slandered? No it’s not for bants, it’s just that I’m a truthful bastard and it’s been that way since ‘99, but if the shoe fits all your toes, then why you bothered if I sized you up? Where I reside and nationwide, we don’t respect these ugly sides, Yuh think that me and you ah size? You better wisen up, just wise enough to recognise your shortcomings under the limelight, Mr/Mrs I got rhythm, flow, about right, but that’s about it, just a top show’er with the ice, if I dig beneath the surface where your biggest flaws alike lie, I’d find the opposite of what you portray to I, alie? Listen we’re all far from perfect but all I hear is dishonesty, see a lack of integrity, only doing disservice, and so I’m struck with perplexity when you’re streaming on services, underneath our genre comma, tell me how did you work that shit? The truth the youth ain’t yearning for no more, that’s unsettling, Which opened up the door for Joes’ like you to come settle in for the fame over Benjamins’, now my patience is wearing thin, I got nothing left to say except your novelty’s limited. Chorus (Various Scratching) Never come close to the truth, they never tell the truth like they supposed to, they never come close to the truth, they never talk the truth like they supposed to, they never come close to the truth, they never tell the truth like they supposed to, they never come close to the truth, they never talk the truth, the truth.

Chorus (Abioseh) I’m going H.A.M., yes me, never run on empty could’ve never tied me, my colour don’t define me couldn’t ever try me, wouldn’t take that lightly try'na do the right thing, ain’t no movie, Spike Lee. Chorus (Funky DL) I’m coming through, yes me, and I’m sick with the beats could’ve never tied me, I got my ear to the streets couldn’t ever try me, wouldn’t take that lightly try'na do the right thing, ain’t nobody like we. Verse One (Funky DL) Stone cold verbalist, I’m writing lines like a journalist, I’m serving this lyrical turbulence, legacy permanent, preserving this, DL affirmative, I am determining alternatives to make the services more than conservative, disturbing the stat quo by crushing the backbone of Rappers, so I’m unforgettable like I’m Nat Cole, the facts show that Funky take it up to a plateau, so if you ain’t coming with the jewels then go back home and rest it, you banished to place you can’t exit and desperate, but never had a clue like forensics, authentic, that means with me the facts are undisputed, so nothing is diluted when I’m serving up this music, produce it, mix and arrange it and then release it and don’t apologize with reasons that I sound facetious, unleash this, could never teach this, for many reasons, a Rapper and a beat-smith with pieces of a thesis to keep this sticking together like we some adhesive and people nod they head to our thoughts, telekinesis peep this, we takin’ over, we supernova specializing in communications like Motorola, don’t say we never told ya’, amazing like the book of Jonah, my dissertation will lead you like an Ayatollah, it’s like a scripture, although I ain’t gon’ wear no toga, ain’t coming closer to D and Abioseh. Chorus Verse Two (Abioseh) I got the touch of the Midas, look me inna my iris, tell me my bars ain’t the firest, I leave ‘em gagging; bronchitis, a righteous bitch with the writing, ain’t no lie, don’t deny it, I been on my live, work, pose, serving the finest, running up Miley no Cyrus, living life on autopilot I done been there and done that g, like the tee ain’t the flyest, but see I’m captain of this ship now, you could say I’m the pilot, if this shit was a pilot, they’d be renewing my seasons, I’m not your typical mic controller, you’re gonna hear this season, hear this year, hear this decade, hear this century even see, ‘cos this here is a sauce you can’t tweak and a sauce you can’t weaken, me, I possess that weekdays and weekends, and you don’t wanna be on the receiving end of this lyrical beating, I cannot lie, to conquer I my guy, this would be cheating, you and whose army? Still won’t prevent I and I from eating, I’ll sweep up all of your new found respect and leave your so-called army fleeting, and all the while I’ll be cheesing, them Colgate whites’ll be gleaming, you see this melanin beaming, I’m try'na find me a Bimmer, the perfect two-seater, one I can journey with, look back and say that’s us, no Lupita, naive ‘til the plot deepened, got new rules Dua Lipa, natural leader, set trends like follow the leader, a product of my experiences, I’ll school you like teachers, this my pieces of thesis, drop the mic in this theatre. Chorus (Abioseh) I’m going H.A.M., yes me, never run on empty could’ve never tied me, my colour don’t define me couldn’t ever try me, wouldn’t take that lightly try'na do the right thing, ain’t no movie, Spike Lee. Chorus (Funky DL) I’m coming through, yes me, and I’m sick with the beats could’ve never tied me, I got my ear to the streets.

Verse One (Funky DL) At a time like this, you should already know DL could rhyme like this, if I haven’t told you already, it’s time I did, cos’ I’m about to show you where the limelight is, I’m pretty sure you guaranteed to highlight this, I’m the most consistent, call me consist, if you wanna bring to me, that’s an unknown risk, top five easy, you dun’ know this and when I’m on the mic, I got one motive, I’m the brudda that will never go unnoticed, there’s never been a time when I was unfocused, that’s why I make bread like I run Hovis, with a flow you can say is one of the coldest, like Hov’, Kanye was known for Otis and I’m staying on top like one of the oldest, and I cannot be tamed, cos’ I’m ferocious and I’m explosive. Verse Two (Abioseh) Oh hi there, I didn’t see ya’, name’s Abioseh, nice to meet ya’, you don’t know me from Adama and Eva, so I’ma just give you this little teaser, melanin rich, in melanin’s ‘me’, like your juice sweet, but mines is sweeter, you could take me out of Brum, but not out of me, I rep my city like Lady Leshurr, 5’6 with an off-standish demeanour, quite the opposite, past exterior my ASD don’t make me less than ferior, all these saviours, still I’m no believer, I cheef the reefer, indica, sativa, Doña Juanita, like jeez Louisa, get up off my cheetah, keeps it raw and I could go in deeper, but this only feature, standard procedure Verse Three (Funky DL) See my procedure will blow your speaker, so taking breathers won’t slow your seizure, I know you feeling that’s negativa, just cool your fever, (no more…) Verse Four (Songer) No more of the he said she said, man I get respect, you man are reject, okay reset, I got drinks on deck like DJ EZ, try’na hold smoke like nicotine E Gret, and I ain’t been sleep yet, but I got dream set, half of these rappers don’t wanna get feet wet, don’t wanna swim with the sharks don’t speak then, I’m stood ready to jump in, I step in the booth, got adrenaline pumping, I step in a function, Brother ain’t here I still tell him I loved him, Sippin’ a Maggy in heaven or something, you can’t doubt this heat, thank you, thanks I’m about all week, can’t sleep for the last whole week, but I turn round to start counting sheep, three years time when I’m living in wealth, DIY, I did it myself, I think of the bars, then write on my phone, and the screen gets read like critical health, screen gets red like eyes on a Friday, bars on bars like pints on a nice day, cars on cars, all lined on the driveway, manifest things when I write, cos’ I can't pray. Verse Five (Funky DL) No need for the hype in a soiree, it’s just me with a pipe playing Sade, L.E.F.T. swipe entirely, I don’t really like what I see, I’m sorry, see this trilogy, when you take all three and you put us in the studio to grace these beats, there is no guarantee you can take this heat, you can take it from me. Verse Six (Abioseh) Me, I’m realer than any man, never been to Dam, damn never had a Dad, but that’s a goddamn blessing, never took an L, but I took in every lesson, count my blessings everyday, never catch me stressing, who you testing, no second guessing, pay attention, way back in detention they never used to give the kid a second looking, Who’s gon’ be laughing when the shows be booking? In the kitchen cooking, I’ll be mixing something, Mary to function, welcome to my lyrical spaghetti junction, take my throne, nah’ you ain’t got the gumption, I don’t know, it’s just a good assumption, but this I know and I ain’t even fronting, I’ll eat you Niggas for dinner, breakfast and lunch, turn to my waiter and say that’s scrumptious. Verse Seven (Funky DL) No presumptions and no deductions could ever detract from these sick productions, no discussions, or deconstructions, or interruptions and no obstructions when D said... Verse Eight (Songer) D said, “call me”, I called him, twentieth album that ain’t no fooling, that is some serious balling, that’s why you call, don’t fold on your dreams, don’t raise, go all in. Verse Nine (Funky DL) Storm in, wish they could of had little warning, call in sick they ain’t down for performing, tactics that you gotta use when you stalling, now take a listen how you blaze a recording… Verse Ten (Songer) Gave em’ lyrics for sanity, cos’ I’m good for humanity, they’re a sucker anarchy, cos’ they suffer from vanity, I got more than a gram in me, singing lyrics to Valerie, til’ my Mrs get mad at me for enjoying my salary, feeling dead in the morning, it’s like there’s been a fatality, I just gather my thoughts and put the night in the gallery, but forgetting it happily, just an average Saturday, nothing short of calamity man, but fuck it, I’m backing me.

Chorus (Funky DL) I wasn’t born in the summer, but this is still hot, this is still gon’ make you feel like the temperature is something burning on a rooftop, I might be contagious, cos I’m the illest with it, Scorpio’s in the building, sting hypersensitive, yeah I’m bout’ to kill em with it! Verse One (Funky DL) Supreme with this style I breathe, you be so captivated by the time I leave, cos what I’m trying to say is at times like these, the beats go bang with the rhymes conceived, and when the snare drum ricochets, it’s gonna cut real close like clipper blades, and this ain’t no giveaway, so you can take what you want once you live a day in my Jordans... Chorus (Funky DL) I wasn’t born in the winter, but this is so cold, this is so gon’ make you feel like you stepping on a ice block barefoot yo’, you might get withdrawals, cos this is so dope, they say I’m trapped in jazz, so I’m trapped in jazz, don’t worry, I can so cope. Verse Two (Funky DL) I made a record named classic, classic! and that was way back in one, nine, nine, seven and I bet you don’t know track number seven was written by me and McCartney and Lennon, so you may as well call me a Rock-star, and I jump red lights like a Cop car, no wonder why my track record got far, while these rappers got jokes like ha-ha. Chorus (Funky DL) I wasn’t born in the spring, but this is so fresh, this is so gon’ make you feel like you been voted for the number one best dressed, it’s something like aviation, cos it’s so damn fly you can feel this in a hoodie, in a jumpsuit, tuxedo, black tie. Verse Three (Funky DL) Am I an unsung hero? Well I’m still top boy like De’Niro, so you can take the number two and a zero, multiply by one now there you go, so a middle finger just for the haters, and the critics and the bitch complainers, before you test my patience, here’s a little piece of Hackney, laters... Chorus (Funky DL) I was born in the autumn, so I shed dead weight and my face serious most times when I spit a rhyme telling you straight, I ain’t a part of The Wu-Tang, but this is so John Blaze, this is hype like the kids on the back of the bus screaming “Oh my days!”. (Laughter...) yeah, Oh my days! (Oh my days…) yeah, I wasn’t born in the summer, but this is still hot, this is still gonna make you feel like the temperature is something burning on a rooftop, I might be contagious, cos I’m the illest with it, Scorpio’s in the building, sting hypersensitive, yeah I had to kill em with it!

Intro (HAPPY WEiRDO) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhh, you’ve only got one life, think it twice, think about it twice. Chorus (HAPPY WEiRDO) Think twice about the choices you make, the life that you live could easily be over, think twice about the choices you make, it’s up to you to change your life, think twice about the choices you make, the life that you live could easily be over, think twice about the choices you make, I’m hoping you will listen and think it over. Verse One (Funky DL) I would think about saying you a trapper and saying you a Strapper and saying that you dapper, screaming you a Kidnapper and saying you a Capper and saying you a Rapper that just sounds confused, real musicians ain’t about them missions, we don’t play that position, everyday we are listening to music, making exclusives, making them tunes sick, fans are consuming the grooves, (yo), I would think about posting that picture with your money and your liquor that makes you look richer, that makes you look bigger, that makes you look like you making all kinds a figures, at the same time jealous ones scheming how to get ya’, no, no I don’t kid ya, cos they nuts like Snickers and they wanna be Slingers and they wanna pull triggers, cos they wanna be killers and they won’t think twice, cos they never reconsider, (blaow, blaow). Chorus (HAPPY WEiRDO) Verse Two (Funky DL) I would think about following friends, who remain in the ends, profiling a Benz with the baddest intentions, making suggestions that only gonna get you seeing years in detention, pleading with a Judge, it’s the first time you did it, but you could have said no, at the time you were wid it, now the Jury ain’t kidding, cos you got caught slipping, and the Judge thinking, “how many years we gon’ give him?” For those concerned, I would think about changing my world, try and think about the things I observed, try and think about the things I’ve learned, negativity to kick to the curb and the dangers that I can swerve, try and focus on the things I deserve, have patience and try to discern, word. Chorus (HAPPY WEiRDO)

Intro (Funky DL) Yeah, yo, yeah. Verse One (Funky DL) (And it goes like this yo’) Can I drop another one? Second of my Mother’s Sons, pop this shit like bubble-gum, so you can call me troublesome, challenge me, you double dumb, I know just where you coming from, I only need to say a couple words then you the humble one, Consist my pseudonym, lyrically a hooligan, drop another record and they say, “there go that dude again”, and if you disapprove of him, he know you still be tuning in, just because you fooling them, it don’t mean that you fooling him, highest of a pedigree, it’s in my biochemistry, fuck ya dress rehearsal, I don’t play with hypothetically and music is genetically embedded in my tendency, playing on the ivories, a brother who is ebony, Funky D will never be looking at them jealously, I’m here to build my legacy with music as my equity, fundamentally I do everything independently, cos rhythm is my remedy and I do that incredibly. Chorus (Cicero) Another one and all that I know is that we keep it going, drop another one, they seem to follow, cos they know tomorrow there's another one, and all that I know is that we keep it going, here’s another one, another one. Verse Two (Teddy Reiss) I’m a specialist with putting words in sentences, if you peep the messages, you’ll know that I was meant for this, it’s crazy how I breathe on beats, I’ze born with Bronchiectasis, crazy how I drop the flow, I got it, so I’m flexing it, showing black excellence, I’m glowing like my melanin, my money keep me sane, so my accountant be the therapist, elegant penmanship, never been average, if I pull your card then I ain’t talkin’ bout’ no magic trick, they can barely fathom it once they do their analysis, I know by their reactions that my substance is a catalyst, wouldn’t wanna challenge him, that’ll turn out embarrassing, these bars will have you frozen, it will feel like sleep paralysis, can I drop another one? Really, I got plenty, talking bangers, I got many if you didn’t know already, ready, Teddy go, if you hear that then it’s teddy on production, so it’s deadly, when they hear they gon’ respect me (nah’ mean). Chorus Verse Three (Funky DL) Here we go with this again, brushing off my Timberlands, stepping like I’m militant, crush em’ with my discipline, haters still be listening, I state like I’m Michigan, I’m just another citizen, guilty, but I’m innocent, Spike like I’m Milligan, directing like I’m Singleton, valley like in Silicon and volley like in Wimbledon, I maximize the minimum with flavour like I’m cinnamon, and span a long time with my ish’ like Dominicans, I guess it’s irrefutable, audio is beautiful, yeah, you know the usual, energy renewable, energy reusable, twenty is the numeral, music that is suitable, so bang this in your cubicle, yes it’s unequivocal, I am the original, analogue or digital, I break it down like syllables, devoted like it’s biblical, fans are reciprocal, Consist is one of the best, that’s pretty typical. Chorus

Chorus (Dyanna Fearon) And I love you more... than you ever know, you can say what you want, do what you want, hate all you want, but I love you more… than you ever know. Simultaneous to Chorus (Funky DL) This is real music, that really feel music, this is real music. Verse One (Funky DL) Yo’, and this is rhyme procreation, so I bestow to you this prime declaration, let’s take it back all the way to the time I was waiting to put my foot in the door and align what I’m chasing, the effort I’m making is half God, half amazing, I had a bunch of Rappers wanna put me in my place and smirk in my face like I wasn’t going places, but I knew right away that they were trash smokey bacon, and must be mistaken, you lucky I ain’t cuss you out in Jamaican, dutty, stinking, likkle eediat, silly pagan, see a brother try’na do his thing, but still you hating, maybe you ovulating, Sadist, plus your music stinks, shitty fragrance, very particular set of skills and they taken, I am Liam Neeson in this bitch, now you shaking, wishing this was just a dream and you would reawaken, calling yourself a legend, but you round the way famous, twenty albums bro, you having trouble with the basics, talk about your flavour all the time, but shit is tasteless, reconstruct your whole style, fuck it get a facelift, and this is rhyme procreation... Chorus (Dyanna Fearon) And I love you more... than you ever know, you can say what you want, do what you want, hate all you want, but I love you more… than you ever know. Simultaneous to Chorus (Funky DL) And this is real music, that really feel music, and this is real music, that really feel music, and this is real music. Verse Two (Funky DL) Yeah, some of my music just a vibe, and then there’s other times when lyrically I’m more alive and kicking, I recognized by the age of twenty-five, I’m living in dark times, I gotta be the light that shines, but then the thought of that don’t sit too well in people’s minds, cos’ they don’t get the opportunity to criticize, and take everything that you did and try and minimise, only because you everything that they epitomise, I guess it make em’ feel legitimised, even though in secret they playing this to familiarise, to tell the truth, they love the way I soliloquise when I’m in the booth, it’s proof who got the iller rhymes, and I ain’t saying this to boast, I’m just saying this so that you know they playing me the most, I can see your failure coming, though you saying that you won’t, all the promises you made for your career was a hoax, son got jokes, you should of followed Chappelle and them and still it wouldn’t work, because of the way you telling them, and don’t ask me for beats, I ain’t selling them, hope you can tell the difference from attack to rebellion, and this is rhyme procreation... Chorus (Dyanna Fearon) And I love you more... than you ever know, you can say what you want, do what you want, hate all you want, but I love you more… than you ever know. Simultaneous to Chorus / Outro (Funky DL) that really feel music, and this is real music, that really feel music... this is real music, that really feel music, this is real music, that really feel music.

Verse One (Funky DL) (Check it out yo’), twenty albums deep, this is a celebration, for all the struggles from start, had to acquire patience, a different generation back then, but some of the same struggles we faced as juvenile young black men, we still got attacked when the news came on at ten, the irony of Trevor McD being the front-man, and black people taking the fall just like a stuntman, how was I gonna take on the world when I’m just one man? Having the dream to be a Rap-star, with no instructions or manuals, textbooks or flashcards, I’m just a seventeen year old with big ambitions, making a nuisance of myself to get some peeps to listen, couldn’t say that it was easy, it was challenging, did it by myself without labels, no management, no front covers, many haters, many scavengers, a couple business deals gone bad and felt the damages but… Chorus (Stee Moglie) When life knocks you off of your seat, you’ve gotta stand on your own two feet yeah, nobody can walk your destiny for you, (twenty albums deep), and when the lights on your path go dark, you can’t see your way, just walk in faith, know the life you crave can shine from deep inside you. Verse Two (Funky DL) Yo’, twenty albums deep, this is a landmark, I prayed for this when I’ze a kid so have to thank God, I’m saying this for all the ones who ain’t believe in me, the ones who treated me like I was doing this illegally, don’t get it twisted, I persevered, persisted, with 19 other albums prior if you missed it, went from entrep’naive to Entrepreneur, and kept releasing irrespective of the things before, the only thing my heart was in was music, before the days of social media numbers and Insta blue ticks, from samples to acoustic, I struck em’ like a pool stick, and gave thousands of people something that’s therapeutic, to tell the truth I was done at Autonomy, feeling like the business was a joke, was a comedy, record labels play monopoly with only novelties, but when a prophecy's a prophecy, it’s just a prophecy so... Chorus (Stee Moglie) When life knocks you off of your seat, you’ve gotta stand on your own two feet yeah, nobody can walk your destiny for you, (twenty albums deep), and when the lights on your path go dark, you can’t see your way, just walk in faith, know the life you crave can shine from deep inside you. Funky DL Tell em’ El-Emcee, Verse Three (El-Emcee) Twenty albums deep, one can only dream of these sort of achievements, leave em’ all speechless, every time I speak this, feeling like a genius, 20-20 vision, they say spit ahead of this time, so when I future rap I’m reminiscing, Cash-cow’s milk and all the business, stake it on me, with no beef, I’m Hip-Hop til’ my heartbeat cease you see (uh-ha), strategically calculating my steps, taking my time, like Bob Ross, my music be my picture, my painting divine, ain’t pushing no rocks, I’m slinging my rhymes, Funky tells me how the journey was a hell of a time, whoa! had dreams being front cover of magazines, listening to my favourite MC’s in limousines, woken up now I see patience, dedication and hard work, yeah, look what I can be, twenty albums deep! Chorus (Stee Moglie) When life knocks you off of your seat, you’ve gotta stand on your own two feet yeah, nobody can walk your destiny for you, and when the lights on your path go dark, you can’t see your way, just walk in faith, know the life you crave can shine from deep inside you. Outro (Funky DL) I always knew that… from a young age I always knew that I had to become as self-sufficient as possible. I... I guess you can say I started my… my life journey in music at like… twelve-years old, I… I always knew that I’d be… here… twenty albums deep.