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hit me - funky dl lyrics

[chorus: funky dl]
yo every time i rhyme, yo the people say what (what)
yo every beat i make, yo i give what i got
yo every time i do a show, they say you the man
from london down to paris yo and even j*pan, dj!

[verse 1. funky dl]
funky dl on the microphone
i’d like to show you what happens when
the beat hits me, i rock a rhyme real quickly
strategically it seems shifty
the volumes plus fifty whilst the snare drum lifts me
to simply tempt me to drain the tank down to empty
you can’t touch me let alone try and ”hit mе”
get me a new mic yo ‘causе every time i’m pickin’ one up
another crowd gets hyped
sucker mc’s get wiped, i ain’t the type to get
striped on an inland flight so take a hike
i do what i must and say what i like
i’m takin’ the light into the night and i’m makin’ it right
creatin’ sp*ce like a megabyte so come and get me
even if i was a snare drum you couldn’t ”hit me”
dl the def lyricist, beat terrorist
like your arch nemesis tearin’ it up ever since
i dropped that classic was the day album
that caused problems that held your whole crew to ransom
like mel gibson you’re frontin’ like you’re filled with wisdom
so pick that microphone up and come get some, check it
and take them rhymes back to your girl britney
and ask her baby one more time can you ”hit me”?
[chorus: funky dl]
yo every time i rhyme yo, the people say what (you d*mn right)
yo every beat i make yo, i give what i got (give what i got)
yo every time i do a show, they say you the man (you the man)
from london down to paris yo and even j*pan, dj!

[interlude: samples & scratches]
ladies and gentlemen
underground will live forever baby
yeah we represent
and one other thing
my status is the baddest on the mic
you know what the facts is (hit me)

[verse 2: funky dl]
it’s that bad boy lyricist dl rockin’ the floor
like the best show i ever saw back in ’94
a tribe called quest, now i’m on award tour
with a rhyme which is rugged and a beat that is raw, yo
the veteran who makes you say he’s fantastic
and on plastic i guess i am enthusiastic
to drop tactics, flip it like a gymnastic
slow or quickly, you still couldn’t ”hit me”
sometimes i keep it on the humble like a beggar
the arm legger legger, end of days schwarzenegger
check my rhyme pattern, it’s hectic
like a car chase from manhattan to the island of staten
pass the baton, you’re crazy kid this ain’t no relay
all i need is a decent mic, a tight dj
some cool clothes and some shoes that’ll fit me
i’m rude like your little brother but you can’t ”hit me”
i send this out to the labels over here
how many hip*hop acts get signed and last a year?
how many go gold? how many go platinum?
how many are still lookin’ for deals? how many of them are still rappin’?
yo this is how i came to change this, i’ll never be nameless
so what if i never get famous
i could give this up but it wouldn’t quit me
every single time i hear a fat beat ”hit me”
[chorus: funky dl]
yo every time i rhyme yo, the people say what (what)
yo every beat i make yo, i give what i got
yo every time i do a show, they say you the man (man)
from london down to paris yo and even j*pan, dj!

[outro: samples & scratches]
check it out
live and direct
[?]
l.o.n.d.o.n
my status is the baddest every time
as we go for a little somethin’ like this
hit me, hit me…

- funky dl lyrics

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