Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Illusion, artist - Funky DL. Album song Blackcurrent Jazz 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2022
Record label: Washington Classics
Song language: English
No Illusion |
That’s what we about to do, uh! |
If I never make another album |
Turn this up and show the people how this should be sounding |
(sounding, sounding, sounding) |
(Scratch) Just go on to let you know I flow on |
That’s what we about to do, uh! |
Yo', it’s like D bring it back again |
Beats that I’m banging, been sweet like I’m saccharin |
How many ways to tell you take a seat homie, pack it in? |
Thinking, never saying, «I can’t wait to see the back of him» |
So call it how you want it, but I see it like it’s flattering |
Cos' everything that’s going on with them could never matter |
When I’m doing what I’m doing and I dabble what I dabble in |
That’s a nice lay up, now repeat without the traveling |
Oops, now the stitches of truth are unravelling |
Like taking a gamble when you can’t see what’s happening |
But trying to be extravagant especially when a camera gets close |
Now they fashioning a way to look fabulous |
Jokes, ain’t an accident that D is the protagonist |
They listen to from London all the way up to Los Angeles |
And now it’s so unanimous, my beats are like paralysis |
Cos' beat-makers listen and it make em' feel so powerless |
Can’t ruffle my feathers, try to put me under pressure |
Just like a professor at the start of a semester |
I teach em' how to do this, advance level or clueless |
Street smart or foolish, my class make you the coolest |
An opportunist, I have em' saying, «Mr Newman |
I used to sound stupid, but you showed me bout' this music |
You’re a D.K.H», yeah a different kinda human |
Who’s doing what’s he doing, got you under no illusion |
If I never make another album |
Turn this up and show the people how this should be sounding |
(sounding, sounding, sounding) |
(Scratch) Just go on to let you know I flow on |
That’s what we about to do, uh! |
I’m prolific, the Def Lyrics, no limits, I just roll with it |
Flow spitting, no slipping, I’mma go get it |
Stampede or toe tipping, I’m my own critic |
Take a loop with no spirit then I cold flip it with a level of sophistication |
A surgeon of the beats, I guess the track is just the patient |
I’m like a priest praying for the pad, I bless the paper |
And I release and make it breathe just like a respirator |
Black mean I’m black and current mean I’m right now |
And jazz got the type of vibe to make you pipe down |
And I can hear a break, imagine how it might sound |
Without touching an instrument, or having words to write down |
And I ain’t new to this, they want me like a fugitive |
And everything I do to this is like a revolutionist |
It doesn’t matter if I’m on your top-five producer list |
Funky one of the best, find a way to get used to it |
Never scared of any competition, I’m a vindicator |
I leave the track smoking like a big incinerator |
I’m in control, so anytime I wanna' kill the fader |
I can push the button like a kid stuck in an elevator |
And bring it back again like reruns of old TV |
But if it ain’t up to my standards then you won’t see me |
Like a Magician disappearing from the room |
But I guess the only difference is I’m using no illusion |