Intro

Fanatic, yeah, uh, yeah, fanatic...


Verse One

I’m a fanatic, from Midnight Marauders to Illmatic,
Hip-Hop has carried me from dark times into ecstatic places,
I’m working hard, at times for weeks I wouldn’t see no faces,
I recognise so I’m just talking on the phone,
or looping up a bass and chopping up a trombone,
I got that Dennison work ethic, but this a new home
and as the years passed I stopped fucking with UK,
the love I had wasn't reciprocated two ways,
I mean the industry, not talking bout’ the fans,
the fans forever in my heart, I know they understand,
but there’s some jealous artists who watched me climbing up the ladder,
working like the hardest and working like the smartest,
then this promoter booked me for a show at Cargo,
she treated me like shit, I said what’s up with your bravado?
And I wasn’t even getting paid for the privilege,
the kind of treatment that would make it hard to find forgiveness,
and then a Journalist from Hip-Hop Connection
reviewed The 4th Quarter and painted a misconception,
I asked for a correction, cos it wasn’t an opinion,
it was lies, the Editor told me that he would listen to my album
to see if that journalist’s words were dramatised,
called me back and told me next edition they’d apologize,
but the damage was already done, I told him forget it and now they gone,
but I’m here still son, I’m a fanatic (word up).



Chorus

Fanatic



Verse Two

I took Social Services to Court cos’ they were trippin’
they took it personal, but could of played ball from the beginning,
represented myself,
the Judge told me that she really sympathised with my position,
thanking me for my petition, it’s a fucked up system,
my Brother went missing, called the Police,
they didn’t take it serious and listen til’ my Father passed away
and then they found him,
I’m in the Morgue looking at my Pops dead body
and surrounded by these people I don’t know,
can I get a moment please?
I know he’s deceased, but still I need some space to breathe
and take it all in, 2010 was like a blow to the chin and I sunk deep within,
the next year I started Uni and my money was real low,
but Parris spoke the truth to me and told me for real yo’,
you gotta just adapt to everything that’s around you,
no time for looking back, that’s why I say he’s a sound dude,
a student in my class said she thought I was a hoodlum,
and not because of anything I did,
it’s cos she couldn’t see past the Nike Air’s and New Era Snapback,
but I was reading every book in my backpack,
I’m having flashbacks of sitting in the library, revising for my test,
but at the very same time I be making all the beats for Jazzmatic,
this music in my blood cos I always been a Hip-Hop fanatic (word).



Chorus/Outro

Fanatic, and you don’t stop,
and you-and you-and you don’t stop,
and you can’t-and you can’t-and you-and you-and you can’t stop,
and you-and you-and you-and you-and you don’t stop,
uh, uh, yo, for real.