| That’s what we about to do, uh!
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| If I never make another album
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| Turn this up and show the people how this should be sounding
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| (sounding, sounding, sounding)
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| (Scratch) Just go on to let you know I flow on
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| That’s what we about to do, uh!
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| Yo', it’s like D bring it back again
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| Beats that I’m banging, been sweet like I’m saccharin
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| How many ways to tell you take a seat homie, pack it in?
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| Thinking, never saying, «I can’t wait to see the back of him»
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| So call it how you want it, but I see it like it’s flattering
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| Cos' everything that’s going on with them could never matter
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| When I’m doing what I’m doing and I dabble what I dabble in
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| That’s a nice lay up, now repeat without the traveling
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| Oops, now the stitches of truth are unravelling
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| Like taking a gamble when you can’t see what’s happening
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| But trying to be extravagant especially when a camera gets close
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| Now they fashioning a way to look fabulous
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| Jokes, ain’t an accident that D is the protagonist
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| They listen to from London all the way up to Los Angeles
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| And now it’s so unanimous, my beats are like paralysis
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| Cos' beat-makers listen and it make em' feel so powerless
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| Can’t ruffle my feathers, try to put me under pressure
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| Just like a professor at the start of a semester
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| I teach em' how to do this, advance level or clueless
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| Street smart or foolish, my class make you the coolest
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| An opportunist, I have em' saying, «Mr Newman
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| I used to sound stupid, but you showed me bout' this music
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| You’re a D.K.H», yeah a different kinda human
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| Who’s doing what’s he doing, got you under no illusion
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| If I never make another album
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| Turn this up and show the people how this should be sounding
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| (sounding, sounding, sounding)
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| (Scratch) Just go on to let you know I flow on
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| That’s what we about to do, uh!
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| I’m prolific, the Def Lyrics, no limits, I just roll with it
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| Flow spitting, no slipping, I’mma go get it
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| Stampede or toe tipping, I’m my own critic
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| Take a loop with no spirit then I cold flip it with a level of sophistication
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| A surgeon of the beats, I guess the track is just the patient
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| I’m like a priest praying for the pad, I bless the paper
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| And I release and make it breathe just like a respirator
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| Black mean I’m black and current mean I’m right now
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| And jazz got the type of vibe to make you pipe down
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| And I can hear a break, imagine how it might sound
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| Without touching an instrument, or having words to write down
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| And I ain’t new to this, they want me like a fugitive
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| And everything I do to this is like a revolutionist
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| It doesn’t matter if I’m on your top-five producer list
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| Funky one of the best, find a way to get used to it
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| Never scared of any competition, I’m a vindicator
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| I leave the track smoking like a big incinerator
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| I’m in control, so anytime I wanna' kill the fader
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| I can push the button like a kid stuck in an elevator
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| And bring it back again like reruns of old TV
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| But if it ain’t up to my standards then you won’t see me
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| Like a Magician disappearing from the room
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| But I guess the only difference is I’m using no illusion |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Illusion , by - Funky DL. Song from the album Blackcurrent Jazz 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп