Damn!

Yo, what’s up?
That’s right, what’s good?
Yo, brrrap!
What?
They say, classic was the day and because the way I’m consistent
When I made over a dozen of long player records
On some bass and percussion
Some kick back drinking no chase with your cousin
Some sit back roll a strap blaze til ya' buzzing type sound
I can’t think of many ways that I wasn’t
Gonna make the effort to be great cos' I doesn’t
Does what I does like I been already done it yo'
I ain’t pretentious, there ain’t no pretending
If you speaking to my peoples I come highly recommended
I’m so highly independent and I hardly make amendments
To composing a sentence, I flow with a vengeance
With no apprehensions and slow not to mention
That my music is the type to make the dopest impression
I’m dope by profession and hope my expressions
Will let you know that D ain’t no joke I ain’t messing
Now D has records, some crackle dust cover jazz records
Some cool classic old jazz legends, and D got beats
That kick thumping snare snapping heat
Made to keep up the repeats in the streets
There are so many artists who will front like they the hardest
Cos' they music is bombarded with saturated guitarists
And animated regardless of the fact that they have tarnished they targets
They not the smartest a carcass, I beg ya' pardon
They market to sound the darkest, but say things like «irregardless»
Retarded? I don’t expect em' to be Malcolm, Martin, Marcus
I started, a heavy hearted MC rock any topic
Cos' when I grab the microphone I ain’t about to drop it
I profit from using logic, got samples that sound melodic
Examples of a symbolic producer and workaholic
I’m on some next level type, pad and my pencil
Write grand in the scheme, I might land in your dream
I’m like damn!