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Del tha Funkee Homosapien




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Del tha Funkee Homosapien Album



1994
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(Check it out...1st to bat, steppin' up to the plate is...)
I'm the monsta'
come on in closa'
I'll roast ya'
not never worried 'bout competition
listen
I can twist men
into pretzels
my jet skills, can outrun
'cause it's fun
I'm not done
one or even two could even try
it's not a even try
I'll leave 'em, why
did you do it, I'ma school kids and tease 'em and please 'em
for the treason
that's the reason
I'ma squeeze 'em
Make 'em tell
and make 'em dwell
they're not dead
I got lead, but I won't use it
I'll refuse it
'cause they're losin'
I'll be merciful
I won't hurt the skull, with the hollow tip
I'll make sure they follow tips, that I tell 'em
I won't spell 'em, out
they'll shout, in horror
'cause they saw a metamorphis
I'ma force kids out the galaxy
so now ask me
don't try to go around
because I know the sound
they're not stealthy
I'm dope, the opposers - I make sure you chose the straight and narrow
prepare though, and be careful
[CHORUS:]
"You had your chance, you blew it X3
You had your chance..."
Now peep this, they forgot
and now they gonna rot
they didn't know that they could sell a lot, (a lot)
of trash
'cause it doesn't smash or last
they got cash, but now
how are you gonna survive
because you strive to gamble
you're in shambles, and I'm glad
I could add flavor
I'm the savior, misbehavior can catch hell
none can match Del
unless they stress, fresh
I'm nonetheless and take a guess
the one that make 'em go back and tell they crew
that Del is true, he tell a new way to say whatever's clever
I'm gonna sever
necks of those who don't respect the rap legacy
because I egg MC's,
on the late night
they got away writin' clever raps
'cause with that bullshit it sounds like they never rapped
in they life
I got a knife, that is lyrical
and Del is causin' fear and still has potential (potential)
they didn't learn
now the money's gonna burn
I yearn to make rap better. . .
let's stick together!
[CHORUS:]
"You had your chance and you blew it X3
You had your chance, you had your chance, you had your chance, uhh...you
blew it!"
[Del, tha funkee homosapien, from Hieroglyphics] (Repeated)

. . .


(Del)
People havin memory loss, they don't remember I'm the boss
You're claustraphobic, when I close in
In on your men and your faculty, you wack'll be
out my face, you must be basin if you think
that you could tackle the triumphant, I pump it, the volume
Increase as you mieces get sliced to pieces
Please listen to my album
Even if you're white like talcum and unpaid get'cha stayin
Tuned with my tune and I presume and see doom, designated
yo anyone who stated
A word against me, I serve an MC, simply
Put like my foot up your anus, ya Shamus
Tryin to get over, I'ma go for mine
You know the time now that I'm older I'm gonna
rip niggaz heads with the said salutations
Introducing Del and his bid for boostin tails
of my adventures, attempt to try
and you will limp or die, whichever I choose, you lose
Crews get ashamed cause we blame 'em for bitin
You might win, if you start writin, and stop fightin
No time for games
I'll rearrange my vocals in your headphones
I hold 'til I get a answer
Acknowledge and abolish all the wack records
Hieroglyphics, you know, repected
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Who caught the harm? You bought the farm
If you're a friend, there's no need for alarm
(Del)
I get juiced when I let loose a little of my cleverness
Up under my follicles with no mousse
Choose your weapon, you kept steppin
You're swept in a hurricane, Del'll blow your brain
So your next generations of youth will be facin the truth
And the truth is I'll leave you with the loose tooth
Gums get split if you bit
I'll extract the truth out your ass like I'm standin in the pulpit
Or a lie dectector wrecked ya sector, when you're standing
I can swing, branding, expanding, on what I'm handing
to the people, cause we will, and you can't say
a damn thing about it, if you doubt it
You're already outta line, so let me remind your behind
About the switch which I used to bruise your bottom
That little nigga tried to cut, I caught him
He didn't think that I would see that
So be that, and be off the D cause we rap
We sap the strength and lap the length around the whole course of time
and still got the time to unwind
(Chorus)
(Del)
Weak MC's make me earl
Earl as your world is crushed because I gotta make you hush
You gotta be eliminated, the way I demonstrate it
you hate it, but still I am the greatest
Like a boxer, I'ma knock your socks off
Nowhere to run to, exits are blocked off
Steadily I'm dissin men, I hope you're listenin
Brothers like my flow
Others ride my jock like a bicycle, but I'm psycho
Fools try to play me like Tyco, gotsta pull the rifle
Daisy, graze the ass with the bee-bee
It comes speedy, sign the peace treaty
Or you'll be needin
Medical attention when I leave you bleedin
Throw a monkey wrench in your program
crammed up your ass and it's just too bad, son
Catch a bad one
(Chorus) - 1X
(Final Chorus)
Who caught the harm? You bought the farm
If you're a friend, there's no need for alarm
Who caught the harm? You bought the farm
If you're a foe I'm gonna break your fuckin arm!
(Del)
KnowhatI'msayin? Peace

. . .


(Del)
You WACK M.C.'s!
This a dedication to you WACK M.C.'s
This is a dedication to you WACK M.C.'s
and you're history.. huh..
You WACK M.C.'s!
This a dedication to you WACK M.C.'s
This is a dedication to you WACK M.C.'s
and you're history
What a jerk! You need to find rhymes that'll work
You need to desert the rhymin field
You're a nerd, your rhymin yields and stops
My rhymin shield deflects your puny rhymes
They're 'spect so do decline - any challenge
Forfeit because your shit's - unbearable terrible
Sounds like you're sharin flows with Treach
Let's come to grips youse a drip
Arrogant son of a bitch none of us is rich
This is my stitch in time, enrichin minds
and twistin backs witcha simplistic raps
I let a little bit of my lyrics leak and lather
at my mouth like a mad dog
and seek and gather your neck and bite
I just dissect the mic
and correct the tykes so don't be sassy
You won't be lasting, chastising that's why things
swing in my favor - watch your behavior!
(Del)
I can not stand no WACK M.C.
So step back if you please
and don't test me, you're history
I can not stand no WACK M.C.
So step back if you please
and don't test me, you're history
"Wack emcees - your time is up!
How many punks must I kill.. kill?" (repeat 4X)
(Del)
I can not stand no WACK M.C.
So step back if you please
and don't test me, you're history
I can not stand no WACK M.C.
So step back if you please
and don't test me, you're history
You're jealous overzealous, Del is spectacular
In fact you are wack and far beyond dope be gone - nope!
You gets no respect, I pose a threat
cause you're wack and weak, in fact you tried to freak
Groovy, it was used before
You need to choose a more appealing sample
I seal and stamp fools like mail, you're quite stale
You might fail and I know you're paranoid
Beware, avoid Funky Homosapien, monkeys I will make of men
Take 'em into custody your style is rus-ty!
Plus we, hate R and B, cause that shit is sorry
That shit's for saps, just admit your raps
don't cut the mustard, don't get flustered
cause ya, skill is null and void
and your skull is void empty
Senseless defenseless I rinse this
plague away with typhoons and you die soon
Why swoon when you hear a ballad, is what I tell a broad
cause L a fraud, he ain't hella hard
I used to look up, now I wanna cook up
your brain like bass and maintain ya space
CAUSE I DON'T CARE!
I can not stand no WACK M.C.
So step back if you please
and don't test me, you're history
I can not stand no WACK M.C.
So step back if you please
and don't test me, you're history
"Wack emcees - your time is up!
How many punks must I kill.. kill?" (repeat 4X)
"Wack emcees - your time is up!"
"You need to get lost, when I get pissed off" -> Lord Finesse
"Wack emcees - your time is up!"
"You need to get lost, when I get pissed off" -> Lord Finesse
"Wack emcees - your time is up!"
"You need to get lost, when I get pissed off" -> Lord Finesse
"Wack emcees - your time is up!"
How many punks must I kill.. kill?" (repeat 3X to fade)

. . .


(Del)
I wait to see your skull vibrate
when I bury the hatchet, I hope you catch it, I'll attach it
to his focus, when I broke his head in half
Feel the wrath, on my behalf
I drop math, and english, leave you squeamish
Then I squish your wish you're all fuckin dreamers (alla y'all)
No time for tiddlywinks - if your titties is pink
then you are white and I'm not the right man (not for me)
But you can blow pipe, my style is so tight
I be carvin, MC's when I'm starvin (I'm hungry)
You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee
Get off me, I'm not your softie
But you will cough for your breath and phlegm, death to them
And silly broads, I fuck 'em and I chuck 'em (why?)
In the river, without a liver
And I donate to science, cause I'm a giver
The mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawn
Ask Sean, Cassidy about how I trash MC's
On the daily, Alex Haley had to write about it
Doubt it but it's true, get a clue (get a clue)
I'm tellin you the truth you'll be toothless
The boots get smoked like they on fire, I desire
Like Salt'N'Pepa, I'll fuck a fat heffer (yeah)
like I was Fritz the Cat, and she admits to fat
So I'm movin removin wackness from my stratosphere
If I thought that that was near
(CHORUS: repeat 4X w/ variations)
"You still bet that you can harm me, but you don't alarm me.."
(Del)
Listen to this
You're just a test tube baby, you can't fade me, but hey G
Your style is lazy, boy you're crazy
Losin it, check out my fusion kit (here it is)
It's welding rhymes and propelling, swelling (rrrahh)
Getting bigger, getting niggaz in headlocks
Instead lock your scanners on Bruce Banner
I crush fools plus tunes used by the master
will blast you into Tuesday, when I bruise a
motherfucker, who mother suck a cock
and his brother fuck a jock, and his sister, got blisters
on her lips that be spreadin, she be-headin (yes she do)
Showin cleavage, with my futuristic styles I leave kids
in a trance, hypnotizin your eyes spin
back in your head like you dead but instead you was buggin
Ugly bitches get the dillz after shows (shows)
Cause I don't be runnin after hoes that be stank
I thank the Lord, for my thought
connected to the microphone, so check the cycle tone
that I be arousin, housin your blouse and your pumps
The mac daddy makes you jump! (yeah)
I pump info, into nymphos, who be bonin
Clonin, Vanessa Del Rio
And yes sir Del see no evil, hear no evil
It's normal, I come formal, to keep 'em warm 'til the morn'
(CHORUS)
(sample in chorus repeats to fade)

. . .


KURIOUS: (Talking)
Oh man. Bitches, man, bitches! Sick & tired a this shit.
You know what I'm sayin'? Want my money, talkin' shit, don't know
how to act, phuckin' tired, man. FPhuck'm I gonna do, man? Have to put
a foot up your ass? Phuckin' tired of it, man. Phuckin' buy you this,
buy you that, Phuck that shit! Kurious aint havin' it. Know what I'm
sayin'?
DEL:
Boo boo head, boo boo head, boo boo head
I want you dead
I want you bled & bleeding
needing medical assistance, resistance
ya kiss meant nuthin'
you was bluffin'
stuffin' my brain with insane thoughts & notions
most intelligent people freak you
because they'll know
you'll give ya all
give up your drawls
flap ya jaws & lyin'
& have me cryin'
I'll admit it
someone before musta shitted down your neck
boo boo head
but can you be dead?
with fled
instead of the murda
I'll just tell everybody what I heard of
word up.
(CHORUS:)
D: All a this over boo boo heads,
K: All a this, all a this...
Back in elementary school
you made me drool
I was cool
& rules were never broken
a token,
of our friendship
all my friends flippin' somersaults
the fault was not yours
of course, they didn't know, yo
grils was yucky
clear 'round & get slapped like a puck-y
but you never said 'Phuck me'
that wasn't in the pictua
I couldn't hit ya with ya hair & braids
and the games we played
were fun
till one day a friend said,
'Boo boo heads turn red, in the face
when you place
ya hands on her ass
in class, and give a spank
a banka full of fun
at recess, and be fresh.'
OK, I'll try it
and die if she does
but she did
and turned around and socked me like Rocky
I feel like a heel for real
but now I'm older
and told ya to keel over
cause now it's different
no innocence
and women sprints the way
you sway to the forces of evil
and we will bust that ass fast and quickly
I dig G's
disrespectin' rep
now it's when they shit's come bobbin' brothers
try and rob another
and I'll rub ya the wrong way
let the song play,
(CHORUS)
(BRIDGE)
Ooh, I wanna smack you
mack you & attack you
even if you black you get no slack
sue,
call a lawyer
boy, ya never knew
ya crew is on a mission
every weekend
freakin' & kissin'
with other van ya man
lets turn the sands in the hourglass
and your power lasts less & guess
& take a gander
I slander ya name & spread propaganda
and I demand ya ta stop
hop on a train before pain'll
be ya middle name
in the game of love & happiness
yes, I caressed ya flesh
but if you test
ya caught out there without a vest
mess around and you can rest
I found a new boo boo
baby, maybe I can crave the
one that saves thee
reputation, ya'll lets face it
ya basin'
smokin', leavin' niggas broken
& open
but I scope in to ya brain
gain & remain & clues ya use for protection
now who's next in...
(CHORUS)

. . .


(TALKING)
"A problem? Yeah I got a problem.
Cause. . . I been waitin for how
long for this shit to come out?
Now this the tricks and treats shit, ya know?
Now all y'all motherphukkers that listen to it,
and I'm sick and tired of
this shit, because...
all you wack motherphukkers keep comin out with records!
And guess what I'm about to do?
Guess what I'm 'bout to do?!
I'm 'bout to catch you out there. . .
and chopyourmotherphukkinheadoff!!!"
Who's the jester?
Under pressure?
Not me!
I hate emcees a lot, flee
Escape,
I'll tape your mouth closed
Dispose of your flows
The ones that you chose
Don't compare
Where is your other shit?
When I discover it
I'm shovin that shit
Right back in your mouth,
And start with another kick
Good riddance
Suds of blood like the Red Sea splashes
When I smash kids
Ashes and cremations
We wait in
The torture chamber
Of course you blame a
Brother like Del for murder
Word up, on a mission
It's in my heart
Rippin fools apart
You dart and dash
But I'll remove your heart fast
With my bare hands
Stashed it into their plans
I'd like to see it pulsate in my palm
Squeeze it, squish it
Eat it with a biscuit
For breakfast
You're next if
You step with
Your bright ideas
I might apply years
Of rhymin
Til the time when
I blind men
With a flash of light
I'll blast you right
In the corneas
I'm warnin ya's
So take heed to that
Before you bleed, in fact
I'm keepin niggaz outta my head
Outta my head
Instead,
they bled
They dead,
call the Feds
(Chorus (4x):)
"This is how you're treated (this is how you're treated)
When my rhyme's completed
Niggaz get defeated (defeated!)"
I wanna push and shove
Take off the kid gloves
Tearin the terrorist
Where a fist
Holds a dagger
Stick it in your stomach and drag your
Insides across the ground
Get 'em at the lost and found
At the police station
I'm patient
I won't get you yet
So no sweat
You're no threat
I bet I can belt your brain
When my scalpel felt your brain
You convulsed
No pulse
We lost him
Cost him his life
Phukkin around
It's too easy to buck 'em down
Let 'em drown
Face down in a toilet
Take his brain and boil it
Watchin who I tell cuz they'll spoil it
They might reveal
My anger is real
Keep your lips sealed
Or yo might be the next to keel over
or Murderous
Refer to us
When you feel the need
To bleed your chicken feed
Yeah, plead for mercy
Before I burst free
I'm blood thirsty
When it comes to who disturbs me
I make your life complicated
Emcees get ground and grated
While they waited
In the lobby
It's my hobby
It'll prob'ly be me
Who sees your knees
Buckle-
Phuk you
And your duck crew
I'ma pluck you from safety
When I break free
(CHORUS (4x))

. . .


Del:
Who is the two like the Blues Brothers?
Unicron:
Yeah, who does it?
Del:
Me & you kid
we bruise dozens
& hundreds of kids
havin' fun with the wiz
that's me and,
Unicron:
Unicron, the inhuman on the mic
Yikes! (Zoinks!)
Del:
Lazer zaps saps who can't rap
they sound like beginners
I slam then I pin ya
send ya to the hospital
I gots the flow
no nigga dare step
you'll get your hair swept
off the floor when I clip ya
button ya lip ya
even if the record skips
I still rip (Damn that nigga still rips!)
total rivers
equip ya punk posse
ya got lots to see
days to come
before you raise from dumb to smarter
rippin' apart a poser
bend 'em
inside out, like Yoga
I'm a nice person on the inside
but men hide
when you and your friend die
but a hand to the strangler
the Beni Hanna chopper
and we oughtta pop ya
and crop ya
cause we're sick of that shit (Sick of it!)
I'm about to have a fit
& split ya head
& kick ya bitch, in the tits
they're tender
mixin' niggas brains like a blender
I kick rhymes like these to inja
and end ya
off ya
never comin' softer
this is not the best I can offer
I'ma save some for later
you ain't greater
than the man
with a plan
and the brand that his name
and I hate ya.
(BRIDGE)
Unicron:
I'm the youngsta
with the swift tongue,
and the kid that lives up the street
over Jon's beat
I make rappers eat turds and hay
it doesn't matter what version you play
I will still slay
a crowd a rhymers
and Del how'd I find ya?
Del:
That one summer years ago I shoulda signed ya.
Unicron:
Just a quick reminder
for those who find a
problem with me
I'll put you on noid like a T & T timer
and there's only 20 seconds
now I'm 16
and yes fiend to wreck shit
I throw temper tantrums
that's my anthem
I'm not very big
but you phuck with me, you'll be like Jerry's kids
phucked up, & that's tough luck
Unicron has never backed down from a tough phuck
that's what lubricated Trojans are for
cause I know, when the corn hits the tip
I got the dip
flip & they suckin' on my nipples
and I will have a fut, too
cause I get excited when I ride it
fun while it lasted
Cas, did you like
when I did a song, back in the day with the Del-a-ray? (That's me!)
Get a patna
I'm glad you got the chance
to enhance the Jive roster
I'm a foster kid
but Del hooked me
now I look free when I'm out,
Del: And I'm out...
(BRIDGE)

. . .


A-Plus:

You don't have to worry any longer. . .

Yo wait a damn, minute
listen to the way the man spin it
even with improper diction
I split in & gets ends
I'm lettin' suckas know
I'm fin ta buck a bro
the nigga figga he can dust a pro-
fessional, I test a fool
I get a tool
and beat him wit it
he didn't see me wit it
and this is what I'ma do
tie the crime to you
niggas need to find a new rhyme to do
I remember when I used to grind a few
indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School
but I told the Dean 'Bye fool.'
I graduated
he was a man I hated
and I'm glad I made it
Hie-ro
I know
you know
fools know, that my crew's so
phat, and niggas try to jack
then I know they got my back
A-Plus must bust the wack.

Casual:

I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit
so peep the style and learn how to freak shit
I hope, ya, learn how ta cope
by the time you peep this shit here,
I'll be three times doper
yeah, this is for the trendy G's
to ya bitches, & High School enemies
all the hoes
shoot me to the left & shit
cause my financial state was on defecit
but I,
really didn't trip
now I'm livin' phatter
and then niggas don't matter
a lot a rappers try frontin' on me
bet they aint got nuttin' on me
and aint no way that buck can harm me
I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules
niggas locked onto me like my follicles
I swallow fools with no regurgitaion
we hurt ya face, men
when ya placed in my path.

[BRIDGE]

Del:

I bust asses
ya slow like molasses
as this continues
then you know the fastest
computing, looting, I gets the root of things
bitches with problems
I leave ya jaw numb
I slap hoes
my rap flows along
with the flow of the song
as I flow on the bong
I use Jedi mind tricks
to find tricks
bind tricks, tie them up
then I try and phuck then they die
and what do I care?
I dare hoes
and prepare flows cause I never spare those lives
who strives
with knives & slice
I parylize ya twice
with fear
Del is nice to your ears.

Snupe:

Not of hardest, artists going far
jack off from Jupiter
because I'm shooting for the stars
I'm a mack
never come wack
gimme a 30 second snippit
I'll rip it
because the shit gets deeper
creep ya ass as the floor rocks
we got the beat hittin' hard like four cops
shorts out my last record
I write my rhymes nekkid
let me give you a tip
I'm on the balls
so just expect it
my rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids
they tried to step and got phucked like they momma did
by the Mr. Mostskill
I did ya hoe, still
she's askin' for waxin' and taxin' cause she heard a hoe squeal
hoes I'm, getting more plays than Showtime
the demon got ya screamin' with no shine
no time for regular run of the the mill
I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers
never no more the soul soldier.

. . .


I writes rhymes for rehearsal
but first chill
I gotta little story to tell ya
how I almost caught a
bad one
add one to the list of 2,000 and 1
stupid things to do
I had crew when they stepped at a party
hardly even known I own a Smith & Wesson
but it's resting at home
in a shoe box
they see crews jock
so they wanna step and test the rep I got
I said 'Wait a second,
check inside my coat for a shank'
they must be imagining that I'm money in the bank
they'll get spanked
cause I'm not the nigga
I got bigga brothers waiting in the bushes
to mush kids
I talk when I wanna talk
never silence
violence erupts when I clown ya
catch a beat down ya
cause I never back away from niggas
even if you gotta pistol
I dare ya pull the trigga
but that's suicide
either you must die
or I must
so why bust me
cause I'm guilty
of being in the wrong place
at the wrong time
comin' at ya in the wrong state of mind
I'm now in a hurry
a pow when a flurry
of bullets come speeding by
I needn't die
I gotta make tracks & take back my words
I eat 'em
cause everybody knows I didn't beat 'em...
(CHORUS:)
"Being in the wrong place at the wrong time"
I'm out on the town
I don't frown at people
cause they tend to get offended
and then the heat will
be on my ass
I got class
never out of line, cause
I'm standing here without a nine
pistols I wish will not blast me
TAZ be circlin' corners
lookin' for Warners
you know the Brothers
me & you
we didn't do shit
but we get hassled
because we crew & we rollin'
this is my car
it isn't stollen
I hope you catch a slug
straight in your colon
when ya walkin' the beat
I bet ya gotta sheet hangin' up in ya closet
phuck this law shit
but there is two laws to follow, you know
there is laws of the city
and there's laws of the ghetto
I go to clubs with a smile on my face
just in case niggas look & wanna whyle in the place
cause of jealousy
Del is me
only me
niggas walkin' in poppin' shit
that's who the phonies be
peep it one night
and you'll see it it's quite clear
since we all know now
that's why we're
never in the wrong place @ the wrong time!
(CHORUS)
Damn, I hate cops!
I need to bust they chops
always gettin' props for the niggas they pop
peep,
I smoke weed
get weeded
cause I need it to calm my nerves before a pig get bleeded
I got busted for less than a gram of hash
they wanna cram my ass
in the slammer
that punk po-po
bringin' back hash from Amsterdam is a no-no
I didn't know they would catch me
punk mutt fetch me
stretched me out at Customs
gotta bust 'em
I can't call it
they found it in my wallet
now Customs got me
and I just can't stall it
I wish they would leave me alone
dog lookin' at me like
feed me a bone
he might bite me
very likely
they had to strike me with a fine or time
I said fine
mines was 500 bones
for a gram of hash
my mind was blown
come back to Michigan
so we can pitch again
federal offense
now I better go & convince the judge...
(CHORUS)

. . .


Fun, even funner
I'm the gunner sub-machine gun
it don't seem right, that they don't get my theme right
they don't know me,
so we move forward
more words & phrases
my style amazes
come into the scene with the means to rip shit
my brain's power packed with the proper equipment
so step
I come inta the area to bury ya
I compose the flows
makin' people merrier
never the less, I sever the flesh
with a razor
reserve the major beef
I'ma slay ya, hey
you never came across a person like me
I never instigate
first come strike me
then I'll flip
and rip clothing, and I'm loathing
MCs who front like I don't know things
uh uh
check again
I get wreck again
on the down low
because you sound slow
retarded MCs get neglected
& check it
anytime I hafta show a foe
I'ma flex it
then I exit
with my records & my next shit
prepared, so be scared
I strike unexpected
I write rhymes in sections
testin' my slang
I bang MCs with these
& make 'em hang
dangle, what's ya angle?
When I strangle and choke
I hold Bennedicts by their throat
until they sing notes like a canary
fairy, or genies
we slipped out
they never seen me bust his face
I like bass when it hums
and that sums up my properties for the dum-dums
someone need to check him
deck him
slam him
and put him in the bushes
so 'shush' kids
no one needs to know
I'll proceed & go into
and then tell ya what I've been through.
(CHORUS:)
"In one ear, right out the other,
Go tell ya sister, go tell ya mother,
In one ear, right out the other,
Go tell ya father, go tell ya brother,
In one ear, right out the other."
I would feel comfortable
if your front would go elsewhere
or disappear
hear my specific style that's speaking
creeking, making noises in the nightime
when I write rhymes
I look out my window
it's a bright day
and I might display my skills in the hills
or, in a different neighborhood
cause my flavor could
be the best, so lets test this
yes, bitch
I saw you posted at the pool table
I could never talk to you
but now a fool's able
with the best of luck
and, hey, how do you impress a duck?
By pullin' out a wad of bucks
shucks
I need to stop this
I plop this, played this
I murder MCs
& leave their pens inkless
do you think this is a twist
a turn, I insist
to burn those foes who haven't learned
to keep they mouths closed
Guiness Stout flows
through your intestines, when life is depressin'
I built my foundation using patients
some didn't hear us
some had to state it...
(CHORUS)

. . .


Don't forget ya niggas
my rep gets bigger
and figgers on my checks
flex,
like Hercules
when I flow with ease
usin' lingo that'll bring mo hoes
front and center
enta this blissful twist
full of fun, for my niggas
here's another one
you get a hand shake
and take a copy of the UNA
we're doin' a service
and who are they?
questions and answers
and we can sure
capture the spirits in ya soul cause the man's pure
and furious,
cause curiosity killed the cat
why fill the gat with lead & leave a nigga dead?
but if you was that nigga
don't sweat me
cause if I was that nigga I wouldn't pull the trigga
protect yourself but don't project yourself
into trouble
cause, you'll perish, there is
some things I never forget
police sweats when we out posted like marionettes
we jets, unless them hands be empty
they lookin' for niggas, yeah
they not allowed to peel me.
(CHORUS:)
"Don't forget your niggas..."
Don't forget ya niggas
even if they low down niggas
cause I sho found niggas
down on they luck
here's a pound, and a buck
and you better not spend it on no booze
choose what is more important
I'm a nigga who will ford shit
before it starts
we score with heart
artistic values
and I'll use a portion of the brain
other niggas is ignorin'
ya snorin'
what's up my niggas
Hi niggas
I figures
I'm the nigga who can rig a rhythm to ya soul
plain & simple
then pull, other tricks out my sleeve
and leave unseen
clean & slicklike
niggas need to get they shit right
for they step to HIEROGLYPHICS it might
prove fatal
so move, wait till I'm dona
I use fun & fabrications
for your imagination
wastin', spillin'
blood when I'm ill &
depressed
cause I take it out on others
not the brothers
just record executives
and I bet you give
up ya cash
when I leave you with a gash in ya ass
cause I had a heart when I started
now I departed
and I'm back again
give me ends
'fore I bust into ya office squeezin' triggas
because you, because you, cause you forgot us niggas.
(CHRUS:)
Now peep
I knew a nigga that was large
that nigga used to rap good
now I'm askin' him
perhaps, could you tell me how you fell off
yet you was well off
but now the real niggas think ya soft
cause we beat rhymes
you can't keep up with the times
it seems you have styles combined
from other fools
and you'll discover who will be a real nigga
you da man
you supposed to skill niggas
when you say you will
you don't display you skill
and still you throw your niggas out the doors
scores of years ago you was bros
but now you got a little dough
and yeah you tryin' to play him like a hoe
but I don't think so
he aint a puppet
enough with that shit
take that job,
stuff it
up ya ass
just gimme enough for gas
I'm rough & I can last,
and get my own phuckin' cash
well that's that
and what do you get for that?
Ooh you dirty rat
how could you forget the fool
that was down wit ya in school
ya'll use ta shoot pool
ya sorry busta
never could trust a
nigga think he's so large
that nobody can thrust him
out the pilot seat
ejected
you forgot ya nigga
ya assed out
Expect it.
(CHORUS)

. . .


This is the intro
I dent foes
and bend them and upchuck
send ya outta luck phukk
that shit is nasty
I blast the mc's who try to sneak past me
I'm dastardly
I scare 'em
dare 'em to maneuver
I'm smoother
I will prove to all your boys that I do the
psychotic plot if it's necessary
yes it's very down pat
now I'm tellin' brothers brown black lighter
fight for ya righta
I incite riots if they try that shit that happen in the 60's
I ain'ts the whimpee
I simply flip the whip that holds my flow
so no foes will know
what motivates me
I show no race see
(see) it's higher
conspiring on mc's who tire me with wackness
using metaphors breaking backs if it comes to that
'cause I'm the one who raps
fillin' gaps in the space
perhaps there's a space for me in the world of rap
your girl's on my lap
she's on the dilznick
I kill shit
the negative feels the musical sedative
and I'm ahead of them
(Chorus: "I'm goin' tha extra mile, and I bet you smile cause tha
texture's wild, yeahh. . .(Repeat X2)")
I only give a little ittle blurb
if I prefer to confuse
now were you enthused
just by the way I play with syllables
and still I do work
cause I pursue jerks
'til they know I'm berserk
quick with my quirk like Dirk the Daring
you can spare me the tears I ain't caring
just preparing for Armageddon
ya head in
a guillotine
is sure to thrill a mean
motivation ?  ? placed in a casket
drastic
you'll get ya ass kicked being placid
ask if I rips suddenly
I say what in the hell is you speaking
neva change my strange
way that I come about shit
but you doubt it
wanna dis the D-E then you see me and you shout if
I would come to you and screw you
you new crew
and you got the bitch with the mad voodoo
over niggas
because you know the vigor
that I use to abuse hoes
and foes
so get a
whiff of the splif that I'm puffin'
ya wanna step to me in the club
but I dubs
nothing (yeah)
(Chorus)

. . .


When it's time for me to recline
I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine,
to the brain
relievin' pain & anguish
the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta
the hip hop envia.
write arrive a little soona
check the soles on my Pumas
my attitude is miserable
cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like
I won't strike his ass in the face
I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones
a fool don't have to get his head flown
why waste time with rhymes?
I get straight to the point
like I HATE when funk's in the joint
the hip hop is playin'
sprintin' in to spray men
don't threaten me
or you won't be able to see
when I gouge ya eyes out
I despise doubt
on your part
like I won't stab you in your heart
my flow is drastic
serious, sarcastic
my motto is,
"Phuck with me & get your ass kicked."
And that's the key to understandin' me
and if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B
yeah...
(BRIDGE:)
"Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)
I love to peep a rhyme
first of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time
if he go off beat, and it's on purpose
he gotta come back on the beat
or the effort is worthless
I like ot hear a cool flow
but if it's identical to another, he a fool for it
ya gotta build,
upon skills
and all that copy that most popular rapper shit can get killed
I like a nigga who is quick witted
cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick splitted
and I admit it, it's a joy
when I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid
I loves niggas who talk shit
cause that's my department
I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit
cause I'm relentless
with a sentence
a jail sentence, after I beat you senseless
I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes
then I laugh at niggas who fell off and had rhymes
just some descriptions of what I like to listen to
with my Bruce Banner scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')
(BRIDGE)
Now I'm bout to clown a bitch
she made my eyebrows twitch
cause she's rich
yeah, real funny
she makes some money
for puttin' other niggas down
you nuthin' but a clown
you can't write
and you're not bright
you fail to notice the dopeness
cause you have no insight
you need to quit
you ain't shit
you need to get a lesson, in hip hop detection
and you're next in my list to jack
it's a fact not fiction
bitch, stop ya bitchin'
you write articles
I'ma rip apart ya skull
cause ya dull
not entertainin'
I'ma put ya brain in orbit
cause I'm morbid
thinkin' a new ways to kill ya
and yo,
I feel ya
ya too critical
and ain't got a bit a pull
just admit it fool
before we get rid of you
a rolling stone gathers no moss
and now who will pay the cost
and afterwards get lost
hit the dirt, before you get hurt
I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you never get no dick
you make me so sick
so my pistol is loaded...
(BRIDGE)

. . .


It's time for me
I never rhyme for free
at least pay attention
you know, let your mind be free
I think by now everyone knows
my funk flows will ease the pain
because MCs we brain
make 'em nervous
here for your service
infer this
clear to any rapper that is wacka
I'll slap ya
I talk shit that's amazin'
the days spent
inside my crib producin' had me boostin' my confidence
now I will stomp some sense
into those numbskulls
I leave 'em dumb-dull
I thank you the listener
cause if it was up to me
if yall was girls
I'd be kissin' ya
and the brothers get phat pounds
and goin' round is phat pounds of indo
no brown
I puff sess at the rest
unless they have the bomb beta
and now my mom made a turnaround
she wasn't concerned & clowned
mostly,
now I get ends & my job is not pretend,
(CHORUS:)
"It doesn't phaze, I amaze wit my phrases, play this in your Jeep, so
your neighbors lose some sleep (I wanna thank you)..."
I wanna thank you
cause my dank grew & flourished
nourished ny hunger
sure, it's me indulgin'
never will I bullshit some other finna frame
if you're a beginner here's my name
DeL! myster, ya shyster
I'll heist your jewels & tolls & leave ya fooled
Moot,
I never get soot
my ends that I got last year will probably still get resooped
I know yall're sick'n tired of these weakassniggas makin' records
so just check what I delivers
I send shivers down ya spine
I'm incline to bind and put together clever conversation
cause I'm dope without the leather
whether or not, my spot is never taken
or forever breakin' on new rhymers
they flock around, wanna be down & two timers
I will design a flow that will remind ya
dumbasshoes and a path go
go to a spot where I know that the grass's sold,
(CHORUS:)
"I love to roll a fat stogie, if you're out there you can roll one too,
& listen only ( I wanna thank you, peace)...

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