No Doubt - Funky DL

Yo, I’m back current, yep' it’s Blackcurrent Jazz 3

I keep it flowing;

yeah I’m that current

So please forgive me if you lose me and ain’t with me

Cos' my style is from the future, I’m a rapper and producer who is

Stripping half naked melodies from jazz records

I could take a half a minute, splice it down to half a second

Shoot a beat out like a weapon, guess that’s why they call me legend

Twenty years of my expression, turned it into a profession like it’s

Nothing… I tell you I could do this in my sleep

I can do this in a multiple of ways but never cheap

I can do this acapella;

I can do this on the beat

I can do this in a stadium or do this in the street

Say nada', I’m bout to roll a six like it’s Nevada

Scoop the chips up like a charmer, then I dip without the drama

Like I’m slipping in pyjamas and I’m feeling like Sinatra

Playing Midnight Marauders, while I’m sippin' on a vodka

How’s that for Karma?

I ain’t hurting nobody

Coming on another level, so beam me up Scotty

I do this for my fans, for my ladies, for my mans

For my crews, for my clans, for reviews, for the grands

And I choose to withstand if it don’t serve my brand

Cos' I’m first in command and my verses are planned (to what?)

To make your speakers bump til' they blown out

So press play to Blackcurrent tre', no doubt

No Doubt

Rappers fall asleep at mics like falling asleep at the wheel

Now there’s nothing for the reel and everything’s for the meal

Now everything’s for the bills, no interview for Rolling stone mag

Beverly Hills, be like Taggart and Rosewood scaling walls for thrills

Got a jacket so pose good, making calls to girls who don’t care bout' your

notebook

Lyrics that you have written, memorized so you don’t look

And got the best rapport with these promoters who don’t book

Now bring the beat back, it’s time for me resurrect this Blackcurrent heat black

I do this with my seat back, eyes closed

Feet up and with a complete lack of regard for cheap tack

Too much to keep track, don’t have to prove I’m anything to anyone

So many things already done, so I’m forever twenty-one

I made a trinity of albums by the age of twenty-two

So these older cats were learning what DL already knew

'God damn!', so you can say I’m in another class from these

Inbox spam rappers, put em' in the trash

Cos' they expiration passed and they engine’s out of gas

And when it comes to music, I’mma kick em' in the ass

Kick em' in the abs, kick em' out the studio, then kick em' in a cab

Then kick em' out the neighborhood to kick it on the Ave where my beats zone out

So press play to Blackcurrent tre', no doubt

No Doubt