I Wasn't Born in the Summer...

Chorus 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 whеn the snare drum ricochets It's gonna cut rеal 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