Lyrics He Classic - Funky DL

He Classic

He don’t wanna be a Gang-banger
He just wanna spit rhymes and bang hammers
And tell it raw like it was bad manners'
Rocking dem' Shell Toes and Bandanas
He from a place where only fam' matters, he classic…
Verse One
What’s it mean to be sixteen and have a dream?
He just wanna beam on the scene, believe, have a team
Have his photo taken for record covers and magazines
Selling CD’s and 33's, there’s no streams
Make a little cash, ay' yo' please don’t buy no magic beans
Trying to live clean, get protein, no nicotine
Parris, Stixx, me got routines, delivery
Top level, we should have screens up in this limousine
Stock levels running on E, we like a guillotine
Cutting Devils, stepping to D was like figurine
And Mr. T having beef, hit em' like a Tambourine
A few years later it’s me brushing my Japanese
6000 miles, but I ain’t never been to Aberdeen
Bad News intervenes and Nujabes is on the beats
Had a couple DAT machines and sold one to me happily
Scores of people queuing at shows was my reality
Back in 97, yeah I won a MOBO
Shane told me try get another, don’t be a Bozo
I got one already, don’t need no affirmation from em'
Jumping through they hoops, I don’t need the aggravation from em'
Rude bwoy', King of the pack, I took the Jokers out
Stixx said there ain’t a subject I never spoke about
When it comes to music yo' D will never joke about
The world would be a different place if I didn’t open my mouth
Classic (x4)
He don’t wanna be no Gang-banger
He just wanna spit rhymes and bang hammers
And tell it raw like it was bad manners'
Rocking dem' Shell Toes and Bandanas
He from a place where only fam' matters, he classic…
Verse Two
When I got my record deal I got an advance
Then came home with my first twenty grand, then showed my Dad
Then went to the bank to make a deposit, they wouldn’t take it
Didn’t believe a Black Kid at nineteen was caking
So the Teller called the Manager, someone who’s less an amateur
Who called my Publisher for confirmation
The woman’s name was Monica
She called me up and told me that was racist
And she really let em' know they doubt was baseless
So she the greatest
Back to the basics, I’m from Ghana and Jamaica, call me Consist
Cos I be always putting pen to paper like a Novelist
Who getting compliments, do me a favour
I was born for this, I’m making music, irritating neighbours
Getting corn for this
I gotta find more ways of getting payments and performing this
Cos when the East is in the house it’s danger
I’m a nocturnal animal, living from an intangible commodity that’s valuable
And so it’s understandable that I’m a thinker
And so my ideas bloom
And I get told it’s like I’m not in the room
But don’t assume that I ain’t hearing what you saying
I’m just breaking it down in like in a thousand ways and putting everything in
place
Rude bwoy', King of the pack, I took the Jokers out
Stixx said there ain’t a subject I never spoke about
When it comes to music yo' D will never joke about
The world would be a different place if I didn’t open my mouth