Correction Paroles I Wasn't Born In The Summer... par Funky Dl

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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!

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