| Can I get your attention Ladies and Gentlemen?
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| Cos you about a witness an MC’s intelligence
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| Yo this ain’t a track made to get at you man
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| I just did it so the Motherfuckers understand
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| Who’s the greatest and did it for the last ten years
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| I’m in credit while dudes got careers in arrears
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| Cos the Niggas talk shit about who’s the best
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| While I just rhyme make beats and keep stacking the cheques
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| And I ain’t down with them dudes playing haterish games
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| Them Niggas beefin' like the eating Steak Fried Lomeins
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| They say I ain’t UK cos I rap like this
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| But Bitch jealous cos they couldn’t do a track like this
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| But I’ve no disrespect to no one dude
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| If I’m a fool then it takes one to know one dude
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| Still I keep shit hot like I’m wrapped in foil
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| Cos I’m the best to ever do it on this UK soil
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| I inter-chicky-national
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| (Various scratching catchphrases)
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| Yo I can sit and write bars smoking Cuban cigars
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| Women say that I remind em' of an earlier NaS
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| And my fans wanna know who’s running London city?
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| It’s DL he’s the Russell, Dre, Jay, P. Diddy
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| Masta P, JD, Suge Knight of the rap game
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| Yall wanna know my real name but stick to my rap name
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| It’s DL the dude who always comes in first
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| When Motherfuckers type my name on the Google search
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| So check the website and purchase from the online store
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| You can cop my shit from seven, ninety-nine or more
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| And I’ll be damned if another rapper outs my lights
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| This is WashFam baby Niggas own the rights
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| To the masters, the publishing and all them things
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| Moving forward just to look at what the future brings
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| And my pace is regulated if I sprint or stroll
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| I’m international, I done been around the globe Biyiatch!
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| One of the best to ever do it on this vinyl wax
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| And I ain’t causing trouble, I’m just stating the facts
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| So I hope you take heed to the words I speak
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| Cos I ain’t saying this for nothing Niggas talk is cheap
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| And I pay real money if you work real hard
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| You pay peanuts you get Monkeys doing the job
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| And Monkey business don’t result in Niggas making no loot
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| All they do is clown around, stay in a cage and eat fruit
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| Had this female friend who I thought was strange
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| She would get all in my business try and fuck up my game
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| How this Bitch gone tell me how to use my brain?
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| When she seven months pregnant and she snorts Cocaine
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| Now that’s stupid, you chump huh you don’t know me
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| I’m Consist, who the fuck are you supposed to be?
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| And that life that you repping ain’t fashionable
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| But yo forget it baby cos I’m international huh!
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| (Various scratching catchphrases) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song International , by - Funky DL. Song from the album The 4th Quarter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп