Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song He Classic, artist - Funky DL. Date of issue: 06.01.2022
Song language: English
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 |