International

INTRO
I’m internationally known upon the microphone (and various scratching catchphrases)

VERSE 1
Can I get your attention Ladies and Gentlemen?
Cos you about a witness an MC’s intelligence
Yo this ain't a track made to get at you man
I just did it so the Motherfuckers understand
Who’s the greatest and did it for the last ten years
I’m in credit while dudes got careers in arrears
Cos the Niggas talk shit about who’s the best
While I just rhyme make beats and keep stacking the cheques
And I ain't down with them dudes playing haterish games
Them Niggas beefin’ like the eating Steak Fried Lomeins
They say I ain't UK cos I rap like this
But Bitch jealous cos they couldn’t do a track like this
But I’ve no disrespect to no one dude
If I’m a fool then it takes one to know one dude
Still I keep shit hot like I’m wrapped in foil
Cos I’m the best to ever do it on this UK soil
I inter-chicky-national

CHORUS
(Various scratching catchphrases)

VERSE 2
Yo I can sit and write bars smoking Cuban cigars
Women say that I remind em’ of an earlier NaS
And my fans wanna know who’s running London city?
It’s DL he’s the Russell, Dre, Jay, P. Diddy
Masta P, JD, Suge Knight of the rap game
Yall wanna know my real name but stick to my rap name
It’s DL the dude who always comes in first
When Motherfuckers type my name on the Google search
So check the website and purchase from the online store
You can cop my shit from seven, ninety-nine or more
And I’ll be damned if another rapper outs my lights
This is WashFam baby Niggas own the rights
To the masters, the publishing and all them things
Moving forward just to look at what the future brings
And my pace is regulated if I sprint or stroll
I’m international, I done been around the globe Biyiatch!

CHORUS

VERSE 3
One of the best to ever do it on this vinyl wax
And I ain't causing trouble, I’m just stating the facts
So I hope you take heed to the words I speak
Cos I ain't saying this for nothing Niggas talk is cheap
And I pay real money if you work real hard
You pay peanuts you get Monkeys doing the job
And Monkey business don’t result in Niggas making no loot
All they do is clown around, stay in a cage and eat fruit
Had this female friend who I thought was strange
She would get all in my business try and fuck up my game
How this Bitch gone tell me how to use my brain?
When she seven months pregnant and she snorts Cocaine
Now that’s stupid, you chump huh you don’t know me
I’m Consist, who the fuck are you supposed to be?
And that life that you repping ain't fashionable
But yo forget it baby cos I’m international huh!

CHORUS
(Various scratching catchphrases)