Verse One (Funky DL)
At a time like this
You should already know DL could rhyme like this
If I haven’t told you already, it’s time I did
Cos’ I’m about to show you where the limelight is
I’m pretty sure you guaranteed to highlight this
I’m the most consistent, call me consist
If you wanna bring to me, that’s an unknown risk
Top five easy, you dun’ know this
And when I’m on the mic, I got one motive
I’m the brudda that will never go unnoticed
There’s never been a time when I was unfocused
That’s why I make bread like I run Hovis
With a flow you can say is one of the coldest
Like Hov’, Kanye was known for Otis
And I’m staying on top like one of the oldest
And I cannot be tamed, cos’ I’m ferocious and I’m explosive


Verse Two (Abioseh)
Oh hi there, I didn’t see ya’
Name’s Abioseh, nice to meet ya’
You don’t know me from Adama and Eva
So I’ma just give you this little teaser
Melanin rich, in melanin’s ‘me’
Like your juice sweet, but mines is sweeter
You could take me out of Brum, but not out of me
I rep my city like Lady Leshurr
5’6 with an off-standish demeanour
Quite the opposite, past exterior
My ASD don’t make me less than ferior
All these saviours, still I’m no believer
I cheef the reefer, indica, sativa, Doña Juanita
Like jeez Louisa, get up off my cheetah
Keeps it raw and I could go in deeper
But this only feature, standard procedure

Verse Three (Funky DL)
See my procedure will blow your speaker
So taking breathers won’t slow your seizure
I know you feeling that’s negativa
Just cool your fever, (no more…)


Verse Four (Songer)
No more of the he said she said
Man I get respect, you man are reject
Okay reset, I got drinks on deck like DJ EZ
Try’na hold smoke like nicotine E Gret
And I ain’t been sleep yet, but I got dream set
Half of these rappers don’t wanna get feet wet
Don’t wanna swim with the sharks don’t speak then
I’m stood ready to jump in
I step in the booth, got adrenaline pumping
I step in a function, Brother ain’t here I still tell him I loved him
Sippin’ a Maggy in heaven or something
You can’t doubt this heat, thank you, thanks I’m about all week
Can’t sleep for the last whole week
But I turn round to start counting sheep
Three years time when I’m living in wealth
DIY, I did it myself
I think of the bars, then write on my phone
And the screen gets read like critical health
Screen gets red like eyes on a Friday
Bars on bars like pints on a nice day
Cars on cars, all lined on the driveway
Manifest things when I write, cos’ I can't pray

Verse Five (Funky DL)
No need for the hype in a soiree
It’s just me with a pipe playing Sade
L.E.F.T. swipe entirely
I don’t really like what I see, I’m sorry
See this trilogy, when you take all three
And you put us in the studio to grace these beats
There is no guarantee you can take this heat
You can take it from me


Verse Six (Abioseh)
Me, I’m realer than any man, never been to Dam, damn
Never had a Dad, but that’s a goddamn blessing
Never took an L, but I took in every lesson
Count my blessings everyday, never catch me stressing
Who you testing, no second guessing
Pay attention, way back in detention
They never used to give the kid a second looking
Who’s gon’ be laughing when the shows be booking?
In the kitchen cooking, I’ll be mixing something, Mary to function
Welcome to my lyrical spaghetti junction
Take my throne, nah’ you ain’t got the gumption
I don’t know, it’s just a good assumption
But this I know and I ain’t even fronting
I’ll eat you N***as for dinner, breakfast and lunch
Turn to my waiter and say that’s scrumptious

Verse Seven (Funky DL)
No presumptions and no deductions
Could ever detract from these sick productions
No discussions, or deconstructions
Or interruptions and no obstructions when D said...


Verse Eight (Songer)
D said, “call me”, I called him
Twentieth album that ain’t no fooling
That is some serious balling
That’s why you call, don’t fold on your dreams
Don’t raise, go all in


Verse Nine (Funky DL)
Storm in, wish they could of had little warning
Call in sick they ain’t down for performing
Tactics that you gotta use when you stalling
Now take a listen how you blaze a recording…


Verse Ten (Songer)
Gave em’ lyrics for sanity, cos’ I’m good for humanity
They’re a sucker anarchy, cos’ they suffer from vanity
I got more than a gram in me, singing lyrics to Valerie
Til’ my Mrs get mad at me for enjoying my salary
Feeling dead in the morning, it’s like there’s been a fatality
I just gather my thoughts and put the night in the gallery
But forgetting it happily, just an average Saturday
Nothing short of calamity man, but fuck it, I’m backing me