Chorus (x2)

If I never make another album,
turn this up and show the people how this should be sounding
(sounding, sounding, sounding)
(Scratch) Just go on to let you know I flow on,
that’s what we about to do, uh!



Verse One

Yo’, it's like D bring it back again,
beats that I'm banging, been sweet like I'm saccharin,
how many ways to tell you take a seat homie, pack it in?
thinking, never saying, "I can't wait to see the back of him",
so call it how you want it, but I see it like it's flattering,
cos’ everything that's going on with them could never matter
when I'm doing what I'm doing and I dabble what I dabble in,
that's a nice lay up, now repeat without the traveling,
oops, now the stitches of truth are unravelling,
like taking a gamble when you can't see what's happening,
but trying to be extravagant especially when a camera gets close,
now they fashioning a way to look fabulous,
jokes, ain't an accident that D is the protagonist
they listen to from London all the way up to Los Angeles,
and now it's so unanimous, my beats are like paralysis,
cos’ beat-makers listen and it make em' feel so powerless,
can't ruffle my feathers, try to put me under pressure,
just like a professor at the start of a semester,
I teach em' how to do this, advance level or clueless,
street smart or foolish, my class make you the coolest,
an opportunist , I have em' saying, “Mr Newman,
I used to sound stupid, but you showed me bout’ this music,
you’re a D.K.H”, yeah a different kinda human,
who’s doing what's he doing, got you under no illusion.


Chorus


Verse Two

I'm prolific, the Def Lyrics, no limits, I just roll with it,
flow spitting, no slipping, I'mma go get it,
stampede or toe tipping, I'm my own critic,
take a loop with no spirit then I cold flip it with a level of sophistication,
a surgeon of the beats, I guess the track is just the patient,
I'm like a priest praying for the pad, I bless the paper,
and I release and make it breathe just like a respirator,
black mean I'm black and current mean I'm right now,
and jazz got the type of vibe to make you pipe down,
and I can hear a break, imagine how it might sound
without touching an instrument, or having words to write down
and I ain't new to this, they want me like a fugitive,
and everything I do to this is like a revolutionist,
it doesn't matter if I'm on your top-five producer list,
funky one of the best, find a way to get used to it,
never scared of any competition, I'm a vindicator,
I leave the track smoking like a big incinerator,
I'm in control, so anytime I wanna’ kill the fader,
I can push the button like a kid stuck in an elevator,
and bring it back again like reruns of old TV,
but if it ain't up to my standards then you won't see me,
like a Magician disappearing from the room,
but I guess the only difference is I'm using no illusion.