He Classic - Funky DL

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