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Del tha Funkee Homosapien




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Del tha Funkee Homosapien Album



2009
1.
Get It Right Now!
2.
3.
4.
Go Against the Grain
5.
Hardcore Punks Can't Take This
6.
I'm Smellin' Myself
7.
King of Fighters
8.
News Alert
9.
Simple Satisfaction
10.
Straight From the Big bad West Coast
11.
Land of Funk
12.
Young Adrenaline
13.
Sometimes I Gotta Get Stupid
. . .

Get It Right Now!

[No lyrics]

. . .


Hip hop, an asylum
run by inmates, who be wilin'
So I'm comin' with a heavier dose
This medication is safe for you slowpokes
Don't choke, just swallow it, follow it
With this funk flow poured from the bottle, kid
Some of y'all don't mind if you die in the spotlight
Long as you shine you be crossing the line
and you out of your mind
They very own personal Dr. Frankenstien
and the monster is right in front of your face
you can't figure it out, you figure it's me
cuz I stay way ahead of you dweebs
my regiment be the strictest rituals
habitual funk for competition, it's critical
get exposed in the expose
soon as you step on stage, get fragged with grenades
average a day of raps per capita
slappin ya, you just a passenger that be tagging along
you averagin' on some other shit you think is nice
well think twice
Life is too short to be a shorty
is the story of the glorious trail
the metamorphosis of Del
Livin' large, the niggaz in charge of the game
like a caretaker, a shareholder with a rare aura
Everybody think they hip connected
through the world-wide web with microchips
cellphones radiate the mic I spit into
sending feedback so please just leave that
thing where you came from
I'm-a leave your brain numb
You ain't gonna need it after feeling the invasion
Ceiling's gonna cave in
vibrations bounce and drill into the pavement
I'm thrilling you with entertainment

Yo, I never gave anybody hell
I just told them what's up
and they thought that was hell
D-E-L and I'm back from hell
Trapped in hell where I learned to master self
Have you in a spell
with the magical raps that I tell
caught in a rapture relax with yourself
Funk'll fill you with a passion that'll push you past it
and leave them tricky bastards in hell
H-E-double hockey sticks
I know I'm hot so hop off my dick
Talkin' shit at a mile a minute
you can tell a lieutenant to fuck the speed limit
You know when it's on once you smell that fire and brimstone
I'm at the endzone.

I find most of this bullshit pushed as entertainment
very educational as soon as they make a home and try to take control
I just pick up a book and read
Cuz I can't believe
none of the crap they put on TV
Satellite vision
Hell if I listen to a motherfucker who whole mission
is to get into my brain.
Sit and find blame with anything I got goin'
They plot is more important.
All I gotta say is 'so what?'
Reality TV is so far from that
Motherfuckers be washed up and try to come back.
-----wax indicated madness
imitation of the fatness that is now public access
at this moment in time
you are frozen in time
I am holding you with rhyme flow
patterns that average adults say is thought provoking
he talks like he's brought up from Oakland
and hold notions back
till I find the quotient
I feel like a Vulcan amongst trollkins
No comprehende
if they got the sense from they sensei
They sensei he been gay
and that's what me and my friends say.

H-E-double hockey sticks
I know I'm hot so hop off my dick
Talkin' shit at a mile a minute
you can tell a lieutenant to fuck the speed limit
You know when it's on once you smell that fire and brimstone
I'm at the endzone.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I present to you the finest,
your Highness,
Sir Diesel,
your knight in funky armor.
I'ma put you in the mood to funk
Funk'll have you feeling the groove
Yeah the groove is on me
On the house
I'm buying at the bar
Try me out
You know them other dudes is butt
straight ass crack
Now you asking for your money back
This one's on me, on the house
let me see something
show me what it's all about

Hey, I never gave anybody hell
I just told them what's up
and they thought that was hell
D-E-L and I'm back from hell
Trapped in hell where I learned to master self

Sweat pouring on my shirt
The air conditioners don't work

. . .


jeah
i got that shit
i got that shit that
really work and it fit
like a glove
and i be speadin the love
i ain't stingy
niggas just gotta get wit me
perfect fit
try it on for size
you gone work it
put it on
flaunt it on purpose
make it your own
take it and grow
haters don't know
we tried to tell em this shit
100s of years ago

ok all you mugs lissen up
we got a few fools out here
poppin shit about us
i know you heard
same ol' backwards shit
by now i know u probably used to it
i got news fo them tho
hustlin baby
end of discussion
handle it


on the goodfoot
movin forward
all u niggas who be
so full 'o shit
i just ignore u
comin up wit
cures for ills
mysterious fields that
be hoverin
i peep and discover them
the consequences as
the song commences
dumb defenseless
sons of bitches shouldn't tempt this
in an instant
i will away offences
to distances that render
them inneffectual
flow is impeccable
checkin hoes
disrespectin foes
who don't need no label
call em joe shmoe
i don't need no label
make my own dough
u wanna get in on this
funk then compromise
seein as i'm on the rise
the industry's demise
i had the foresight to
notice in development
Sir DzL
he never settle fo less


ghetto express
delivery like federal express
keep the harmony
within confusing boundaries
that's my specialty
illusions surrounding me
just be comedy
outdated special fx
cuttin edge in 1936
most of all i see be
straight up fiction
depictions of mofos
playin the victim
way too privileged
who be hatin like bitches
way too suspisious
need to take ur position

out my way mofo
movin thru
you get an "F" for fired
i got it from here jack

your idea of discipline
about as dumb as it gets
your mind shallow
that ain't as deep as it gets
the flow's heat when i spit?
roast mofos plus the
beat to a crisp
ain't no secret to this
Sir DzL the
reaper my bitch
ain't no sequel to this


get off my dick and
make ur own sequence of hits
i be deep in the abyss
frequently pissed
because u underestimate
how i be freakin the gift
completely in bliss
walk around souped like Cambell's
can't tell
or accept
i got it goin on
F ur test
i walk around
expecially vexed
ready to rep
because i know you petty and pet
as in petro
throw u in the death hold
flexin flows
press more than you can tow
you go ahead attribute
my triumph with flukes
shit again right in yo grill
there's the proof
jeah
you can't hear me tho
i got an eerie flow i know
it spook ya
bitch it's the future
get used to it
DzL he here to stay
drill funk in yo ear
give you an earache
fear make you tremble


backstab yo own kinfolk
that's how you know that the
end is close
Sir DzL
i'm a win the vote
cause i give em hope
and your whole intent is to
pimp a hoe

you gotta be fuckin kiddin
i will slap the shit outta you mofo
get the fuck outta here
i see u think you're
superior in every corridor
where attributes and faculties
kick it
but you weak
that's the most accurate description
and no you don't hear me
what i'm sayin ain't nearly near
what it appears to be
handle it
Sir DzL
comin to you live
like a telephone wire layin
out in the street
zzzzt! watch out
here to serve the community
with true flow fluidly
ain't nothin new to me
i taught the school to read
now dig that
jeah

. . .

Go Against the Grain

[No lyrics]

. . .

Hardcore Punks Can't Take This

[No lyrics]

. . .

I'm Smellin' Myself

[No lyrics]

. . .

King of Fighters

[No lyrics]

. . .

News Alert

[No lyrics]

. . .

Simple Satisfaction

[No lyrics]

. . .

Straight From the Big bad West Coast

[No lyrics]

. . .

Land of Funk

[No lyrics]

. . .

Young Adrenaline

[No lyrics]

. . .

Sometimes I Gotta Get Stupid

[No lyrics]

. . .


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