Funky Dl Fanatic
Intro
Fanatic, yeah, uh, yeah, fanatic...
Verse One
I'm a fanatic, from Midnight Marauders to Illmatic
Hip-Hop has carried me from dark times into ecstatic places
I'm working hard, at times for weeks I wouldn't see no faces
I recognise so I'm just talking on the phone
Or looping up a bass and chopping up a trombone
I got that Dennison work ethic, but this a new home
And as the years passed I stopped f..cking with UK
The love I had wasn't reciprocated two ways
I mean the industry, not talking bout' the fans
The fans forever in my heart, I know they understand
But there's some jealous artists who watched me climbing up the ladder
Working like the hardest and working like the smartest
Then this promoter booked me for a show at Cargo
She treated me like shit, I said what's up with your bravado?
And I wasn't even getting paid for the privilege
The kind of treatment that would make it hard to find forgiveness
And then a Journalist from Hip-Hop Connection
Reviewed The 4th Quarter and painted a misconception
I asked for a correction, cos it wasn't an opinion
It was lies, the Editor told me that he would listen to my album
To see if that journalist's words were dramatised
Called me back and told me next edition they'd apologize
But the damage was already done, I told him forget it and now they gone
But I'm here still son, I'm a fanatic (word up)
Chorus
Fanatic
Verse Two
I took Social Services to Court cos' they were trippin'
They took it personal, but could of played ball from the beginning
Represented myself
The Judge told me that she really sympathised with my position
Thanking me for my petition, it's a f..cked up system
My Brother went missing, called the Police
They didn't take it serious and listen til' my Father passed away
And then they found him
I'm in the Morgue looking at my Pops dead body
And surrounded by these people I don't know
Can I get a moment please?
I know he's deceased, but still I need some space to breathe
And take it all in, 2010 was like a blow to the chin and I sunk deep within
The next year I started Uni and my money was real low
But Parris spoke the truth to me and told me for real yo'
You gotta just adapt to everything that's around you
No time for looking back, that's why I say he's a sound dude
A student in my class said she thought I was a hoodlum
And not because of anything I did
It's cos she couldn't see past the Nike Air's and New Era Snapback
But I was reading every book in my backpack
I'm having flashbacks of sitting in the library, revising for my test
But at the very same time I be making all the beats for Jazzmatic
This music in my blood cos I always been a Hip-Hop fanatic (word)
Chorus/Outro
Fanatic, and you don't stop
And you-and you-and you don't stop
And you can't-and you can't-and you-and you-and you can't stop
And you-and you-and you-and you-and you don't stop
Uh, uh, yo, for real