No Illusion

[Chorus]
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!
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 1]
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]
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 2]
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