Def Lyricist

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 fucking with Nike /
I just do it, I’m so smooth fluid like Enrique /
I’m East London’s finest fucka’ "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 crap, 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 bitch /
Holding on to that real shit, I tighten my grip /
So step off with that moist shit and tighten your zip /
And think of something much better when you’re writing your shit /
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 fuckin' 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 damned 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 steez up!

Chorus //
(scratching) Funky DL, the brother don't swear he nice… Def Lyricist