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!