No Illusion - Funky DL

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