Chorus

He don’t wanna be a Gang-banger,
he just wanna spit rhymes and bang hammers
and tell it raw like it was bad manners’,
rocking dem' Shell Toes and Bandanas,
he from a place where only fam’ matters, he classic...



Verse One

What’s it mean to be sixteen and have a dream?
He just wanna beam on the scene, believe, have a team,
have his photo taken for record covers and magazines,
selling CD’s and 33’s, there’s no streams,
make a little cash, ay’ yo’ please don’t buy no magic beans,
trying to live clean, get protein, no nicotine,
Parris, Stixx, me got routines, delivery,
top level, we should have screens up in this limousine,
stock levels running on E, we like a guillotine,
cutting Devils, stepping to D was like figurine
and Mr. T having beef, hit em’ like a Tambourine,
a few years later it’s me brushing my Japanese,
6000 miles, but I ain’t never been to Aberdeen,
Bad News intervenes and Nujabes is on the beats,
had a couple DAT machines and sold one to me happily,
scores of people queuing at shows was my reality,
back in 97, yeah I won a MOBO,
Shane told me try get another, don’t be a Bozo,
I got one already, don’t need no affirmation from em’,
jumping through they hoops, I don’t need the aggravation from em’,
rude bwoy’, King of the pack, I took the Jokers out,
Stixx said there ain’t a subject I never spoke about,
when it comes to music yo’ D will never joke about,
the world would be a different place if I didn’t open my mouth.


Refrain

Classic (x4)


Chorus

He don’t wanna be no Gang-banger,
he just wanna spit rhymes and bang hammers
and tell it raw like it was bad manners’,
rocking dem' Shell Toes and Bandanas,
he from a place where only fam’ matters, he classic...



Verse Two

When I got my record deal I got an advance,
then came home with my first twenty grand, then showed my Dad,
then went to the bank to make a deposit, they wouldn’t take it,
didn’t believe a Black Kid at nineteen was caking,
so the Teller called the Manager, someone who’s less an amateur,
who called my Publisher for confirmation,
the woman’s name was Monica,
she called me up and told me that was racist,
and she really let em’ know they doubt was baseless,
so she the greatest,
back to the basics, I’m from Ghana and Jamaica, call me Consist,
cos I be always putting pen to paper like a Novelist
who getting compliments, do me a favour,
I was born for this, I’m making music, irritating neighbours,
getting corn for this,
I gotta find more ways of getting payments and performing this,
cos when the East is in the house it’s danger,
I’m a nocturnal animal, living from an intangible commodity that’s valuable
and so it’s understandable that I’m a thinker
and so my ideas bloom
and I get told it's like I’m not in the room,
but don’t assume that I ain’t hearing what you saying,
I’m just breaking it down in like in a thousand ways and putting everything in place,
rude bwoy’, King of the pack, I took the Jokers out,
Stixx said there ain’t a subject I never spoke about,
when it comes to music yo’ D will never joke about,
The world would be a different place if I didn’t open my mouth.


Refrain


Chorus