INTRO
(Harmonic chants)
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,
Iâm claiming everything Iâm owed, Iâm a lyrical bailiff,
who gives a fuck if the radio decides not to play this?
I am done with complaining,
cos when itâs 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 thereâs 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, donât 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 donât 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 Iâm 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, Iâm a veteran,
the perfect candidate, fuck elections, I am here.
VERSE THREE
Iâm in my prime right now, Iâm so alive right now,
rhyme nymphomaniac, thereâs no depriving my wow,
MCâs are car windows, Iâm winding them down,
Iâm surviving the times, I arrived, I am proud,
like a Kindergarten baby eating sugar I am loud
and won't stop making sounds when thereâs 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 itâs Jodeci,
hopelessly and emotionally, consuming like a grocery,
but I just keep a dose of me close to me,
itâs supposed to be hard,
so it donât matter if Iâm broken or Iâm scarred,
Iâmma still stand tall and thank God from my heart,
it makes no difference if Iâm fearless or Iâm scared,
it is only by his love I am... here.
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