[Del The Funky Homosapien - 1st Verse] Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts I'm daffed I battle all like I don't have it all Avant-garde Battlestar Galactica Got rhymes per capita I'm shining through the aperture But I'm not gonna bust no caps for ya (nah) That's another genre I'm the black bomber Track charmer Sack burner Distract burdens If it ain't that urgent Nerve prints Word sentinel invisible infidel interstellar Hella clever Endeavors immeasurable With only heaven to go incredible Melodramatic wit tales from the tablet You fail cause you average Regardless of your sells and your status You extra baggage I bamboozle like I'm mobbin' in a Landcruiser Down MacArthur Artistic archer Autistic misfit You'll get the sickness When I spit the wickedness And split cha wig like Kid Icarus Leave you headless like Icky-bod I infuriated, tick you off Stick to Pop Hip-Hop's too dificult To me, it's a cult Lyrics lacerated, slit cha throat Beat cha brain down like Piscopo with Smith & Colt I don't know, Different Strokes So respect me for I whip out ol' Betsy Surgically remove you from my testes Purposely improve you just to see who the best be But sold up sexy Take a poll and know the prestige Large lefty I automate Animate My soul sanitation like I gotta canvas painting Manifestions
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Eh, who's ever hearin' this Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances "Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample) Drive you delirious Dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances "Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample) Drive you delirious Dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious
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"Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample)
[Del The Funky Homosapien - 2nd Verse] Go ahead, try symbiosis But most rap artist don't have any focus Think they flippin' chips Try penny brokers Kipsco or pennyloafers Get my album I'll show you how it's done Del-ateous Hella atrocious wit vocals My throat holds verbal choke pose Po-po's in ya scrolls My goals are not rifles I flow scrimmage like the Micronots You might go pop and I might grow crops Go get the gestapo You riskin' a pot full of gold Pull a zodiac sign to halftime Reenact rhymes from a past life of a flashlight Man, you don't know the half Dash right to the phonograph Blow your balderdash Coordinates confirm Subordinates will learn My ordnance is stern so supportin' my fern Is the only way in this lonely age where you goin' crazed Your style is sold and paid for cause I made more Water emcees like a bayshore Bullets graze doors (Where) In Oakland where they lay law Del is going AWOL wit napalm Eight bombs taped to my arms like the town crier Now miser Strider Spit exciter Rippin' plywood Forget beef cakin' lyrical cheapskates Try Del and win the sweepstakes What I make is so hot, it's seethin' Off the deep end Stop your breathin' Caught cha sleepin' Now you're peekin' like you've eaten A hundred microdots wreck your equinox Delete every piece of props Leave your perforated Curb your hatred Disserve your matrix in the Word Olympics Completely furnished wit burners like Ted Turner I broadcast the classics fabu-lass, fa-tastic
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Peep, who ever hearin' this Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances "Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample) Drive you delirious Dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious Hey, who ever hearin' this Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances "Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample) Drive you delirious Dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious
[Del] And the survey says Go pratice or something man You know Peace "Press Rewind" (Sadat X Sample) Ah-hahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
