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letra de def lyricist - funky dl

chorus //
(scratching) funky dl, the brother don’t swear he nice… he knows he’s nice (echo)

verse one //
funky dl, i’m bucking to fight lyrically
but when i swing all these rappers, they be ducking the mic /
i know they’re trying get they’re shine on like they stuck in the light /
but i’m so swoosh with it like i’m f-cking with nike /
i just do it, i’m so smooth fluid like enrique /
i’m east london’s finest f-cka’ “h.a.c.k.” /
c.l.a.p now that spells clap /
i’m from clapton, you better clap a tonne when i rap /
if you wanna talk cr-p, i ain’t trying to talk back /
you can say what you want, but you can’t cut the fact
that i’m one of the illest’ and realest to make you feel this
and witness while i diminish these rappers and leave em’ finished /
this is business, i do this for the listeners /
so everybody wanna’ come and hear it like it’s whispers /
the def lyricist “it ain’t hard to tell /
i’m the funk to the y to the d to the l

chorus //
(scratching) funky dl, the brother don’t swear he nice… he knows he’s nice… def lyricist

verse two //
they say life is what you make it so i’m writing that script /
some mc’s turned commersh’ and they was hyping to switch /
call it what you want, i guess they lost the fight to the itch /
so i don’t really see nothing but a mic’ and a b-tch /
holding on to that real sh-t, i tighten my grip /
so step off with that moist sh-t and tighten your zip /
and think of something much better when you’re writing your sh-t /
i just say it how i see it, i ain’t biting my lip /
i work hard for these stages and i parred with the greatest /
i been broke as joke and made marvellous papers /
a one man band so just calm with the favours /
and go work like i work and get a job with your neighbours /
or your pops or whoever, i ain’t trying to sound clever /
i don’t need to f-ckin’ try, that’s an effortless endeavour /
i’m one of the nicest, you know what i mean? /
and this ain’t mtv but that’s a sweet sixteen… nuh!!
chorus //
(scratching) funky dl, on the microphone… the brother don’t swear he nice… he knows he’s nice… def lyricist

verse three //
i take rap back and roll with my cap back /
this ain’t no act, fact! i’m acing em’ blackjack! /
ya’ll wanna chat, chat? then knock yourself out /
you can put on that wack act and knock your wealth out! /
i ain’t stumbling or stuttering these lyrics that i’m uttering /
these haters wanna’ hate me cos i’m back up in the cut again /
i’m still learning, i’m still track burning /
you can hit me with your tennis serve, i still keep returning /
and i’m so d-mned determined to eradicate the vermin /
while i’m writing and i’m turning over revenue and earnings /
with a style that’s so discerning like i’m trying to pull a girl into my
dressing room in berlin while i’m rocking with the germans /
(bad bwoy!) funk delta to the lima /
got my eyes on tomorrow like miriam makeba /
i’m so international my fam call me visa /
if you never heard of funky, then you better raise your st–z up!

chorus //
(scratching) funky dl, the brother don’t swear he nice… def lyricist

- funky dl

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