I Wasn't Born in the Summer... - Funky DL

I wasn’t born in the summer, but this is still hot

This is still gon' make you feel like the temperature is something burning on a

rooftop

I might be contagious, cos I’m the illest with it

Scorpio’s in the building, sting hypersensitive, yeah I’m bout' to kill em with

it!

Verse One (Funky DL)

Supreme with this style I breathe

You be so captivated by the time I leave

Cos what I’m trying to say is at times like these

The beats go bang with the rhymes conceived

And whn the snare drum ricochets

It’s gonna cut ral close like clipper blades

And this ain’t no giveaway

So you can take what you want once you live a day in my Jordans…

Chorus (Funky DL)

I wasn’t born in the winter, but this is so cold

This is so gon' make you feel like you stepping on a ice block barefoot yo'

You might get withdrawals, cos this is so dope

They say I’m trapped in jazz, so I’m trapped in jazz

Don’t worry, I can so cope

Verse Two (Funky DL)

I made a record named classic, classic!

And that was way back in one, nine, nine, seven

And I bet you don’t know track number seven was

Written by me and McCartney and Lennon

So you may as well call me a Rock-star

And I jump red lights like a Cop car

No wonder why my track record got far

While these rappers got jokes like ha-ha

Chorus (Funky DL)

I wasn’t born in the spring, but this is so fresh

This is so gon' make you feel like you been voted for the number one best

dressed

It’s something like aviation, cos it’s so damn fly

You can feel this in a hoodie, in a jumpsuit, tuxedo, black tie

Verse Three (Funky DL)

Am I an unsung hero?

Well I’m still top boy like De’Niro

So you can take the number two and a zero

Multiply by one now there you go

So a middle finger just for the haters

And the critics and the bitch complainers

Before you test my patience

Here’s a little piece of Hackney, laters…

Chorus (Funky DL)

I was born in the autumn, so I shed dead weight

And my face serious most times when I spit a rhyme telling you straight

I ain’t a part of The Wu-Tang, but this is so John Blaze

This is hype like the kids on the back of the bus screaming «Oh my days!»

(Laughter…) yeah, Oh my days!

(Oh my days…) yeah, I wasn’t born in the summer, but this is still hot

This is still gonna make you feel like the temperature is something burning on

a rooftop

I might be contagious, cos I’m the illest with it

Scorpio’s in the building, sting hypersensitive, yeah I had to kill em with it!