I’m a Beast Lyrics
Intro //
You see this style ya', a warning to all emcee's, seen, a warning / (exclusive)
Paddington posse, unu ready? / Brixton posse, unu ready? /
Harlesden posse, unu ready? / (exclusive) Willesden posse, unu ready?
Verse One //
Funky DL, I’m bleeding mics /
I leave rappers straight dreaming bout' sleepless nights /
You confused yet? These kids don’t seem precise /
Cos' this is grown man talk, we ain't teething twice /
I can’t front little shorty, yo' them beats ain't nice /
It’s like your DJ can only cut pizza slices /
Straight poison like something I would feed to micе /
This ain't therapy but take Funk D’s advice /
Stop faking to thе streets like you eating nice /
You ain't fire, you more like freezing ice /
And that’s stupid, kinda' like teasing Tyson /
When you just small fry like beans and rice /
I’m internationally known because my Visa’s nice /
There’s no beef, straight peace like Jesus Christ /
And I don’t know first aid but I’m breathing life back into Hip-Hop /
To make the feeling right cos' I'm a beast
Chorus //
(scratching) On the microphone / that's the sound of the beast /
([cos'] - I'm a beast) I blaze mics / the physical ability with mental capability
Verse Two //
Funk D, ain't no holding me back /
And why these rappers sound dead like they rolling in black? /
Straight sinning, biting apples like they stolen a Mac /
And can’t even come correct, yeah they fold on a track /
And they so past tense that I’m “tolding” them that /
They straight posing, it’s like Hulk Hogan is back /
They probably got ghost-writers who can show em’ to rap /
So don’t recoup off no records cos they owing em’ back /
So we don’t believe you, you ain't growing a stack /
So stop talking like you crazy and you blowing some Crack /
You can’t know how to feast if you ain't know how to snack /
You talk guns but you DUCK!!! “yeah you know when to quack!” /
I know it's hard to keep up with me, you owe me a lap /
I don’t know where you're heading player, show me a map /
And as I walk the beat, patrolling the track /
You have the right to remain silent, you totally wack! I'm a beast
Chorus //
Verse Three //
From the record to the press release /
It's well known premature that I bless the beats /
With a sound that is bound to make your stress decrease /
Or a beat so banging, leave your chest in pieces /
If your rhymes sound dead, may you rest in peace /
And plus you came to the show like you dressed for Grease /
Now you got a new sound, wanna' test the streets /
You might get one spin with suppressed repeats /
It's gonna' take much more to impress the peeps /
And have a record company re-invest at least a little money /
So don’t try test this beast /
You say you cold, well homie I suggest a fleece /
I’m from H.A.C., represent the East /
Some in North, some in West, some in South are decent /
Some are so old school, some are fairly recent /
I am Funky for so much more than a season, I'm a beast
Chorus //