Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am Here, artist - Funky DL. Album song Autonomy: The 4th Quarter 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Washington Classics
Song language: English
I Am Here |
VERSE ONE |
After a three year hiatus reading legislative papers, |
taking no kind of favours, trying to get me on the A-List, |
I made it through the noise of my neighbours, |
here to bring you the cadence, |
I’m claiming everything I’m owed, I’m a lyrical bailiff, |
who gives a fuck if the radio decides not to play this? |
I am done with complaining, |
cos when it’s raining through the storm I am sailing, |
this is not a practice, not a drill, prep or training, |
this is real and I saying how feel, |
so I guess I wear my heart on my cuff-links |
every time I write yo there’s substance, |
the words flow with no reluctance, this my dictum, my judgement, |
emotive in abundance, |
so I could never tell you I don’t love this, |
making music is not an encumbrance, |
it took me round the planet, |
the circumference, just like it was a conference |
where people pay me with nothing but compliments |
of confidence in my accomplishments, I am here. |
VERSE TWO |
(Let me tell you what this is…) |
This is my all day everyday, |
back in the square ring, heavyweight, |
bare-knuckle bruise, cause a belly-ache, |
Southpaw uppercut, don’t hesitate to detonate, |
Carter-Mathers renegade, call a paramedic need to medicate, |
cos I am so ill cos I emanate from Hack area, |
bacteria, now you say, |
the best in the UK don’t sound like he UK, |
but I cannot be kicked or be pushed, reference Lupe, |
lyrically I split ya wig, I meat cleave your toupee |
and spit so cold though I’m rolled in my duvet, |
a new day, a new dawn and fresh like a newborn, |
so tight need a shoehorn, |
you might need a coupon to get this, |
it might leave you restless, |
the nexus between now and breakfast, |
I still have you breathless, |
and my best is yet to come, I’m a veteran, |
the perfect candidate, fuck elections, I am here. |
VERSE THREE |
I’m in my prime right now, I’m so alive right now, |
rhyme nymphomaniac, there’s no depriving my wow, |
MC’s are car windows, I’m winding them down, |
I’m surviving the times, I arrived, I am proud, |
like a Kindergarten baby eating sugar I am loud |
and won’t stop making sounds when there’s company, a crowd, |
this is Me, this is D, this is some kind of poetry, |
vocally this is globally, locally hitting potency, |
notice me irrevocably, openly with diplomacy, |
a diary of madness in my mind like it’s Jodeci, |
hopelessly and emotionally, consuming like a grocery, |
but I just keep a dose of me close to me, |
it’s supposed to be hard, |
so it don’t matter if I’m broken or I’m scarred, |
I’mma still stand tall and thank God from my heart, |
it makes no difference if I’m fearless or I’m scared, |
it is only by his love I am… here. |