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"Time is too expensive"
Too expensive, it's too expensive Too expensive, you know what? Time is of the essence Whacha say now? Whacha say, whacha say now? You know what? Time is of the essence My vast knowledge of rhyme is past college Blast, demolish, polish off all enemies I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin dead like necrophilia You know the thing, chocolate like Ovaltine Comin down on the mic like eggs from ovaries Monarchal metaphor, malevolent with settlements Maniacal when Hiero flow, unstoppable and chock full of funk the freak, so fuck the foreplay Del has been ordained to terrorize your brain The diagnosis, the show business bogus My lyrics lash out, like I was throwin stones in a glass house Rappers pass out, ass out And anyone left on the scene who has doubts Y'all fools ain't got no nuts I'm doin donuts Slow up whoever show up, I'm too robust So what? I'm invincible invisible lyrics Original origin unknown from here on in Uncommon dominating hip hop Permiating every portal with mortals More flows Heaven scent, microphone etiquette And lyrics up for your goblin and kill the novice I write bad subjects like the Hobbit And on to the next phase before you try to rob it You know, D-E-L, yeah! "Time is too expensive" Too expensive, it's too expensive Too expensive, you know what? Time is of the essence Whacha say now? Whacha say, whacha say now? You know what? Time is of the essence Supreme MC's reach out when I'm on top Catch altitude sickness not to use fitness In front of witnesses get with this fetch the funk While I test the skunk, see I will caress the blunt Come step through the flames of Hades or remain a lady Rhymes infectious as rabies -- Deltron, hell on earth Prevailing curtailing, you're shattered with data Directed, my method, hectic, try and dissect it Next shit, hydrauling we're calling you out I rap with accuracy - I'm sick of fools actin like they blacker than me - y' know, usually bourgeoi' We a new breed of MC remedy For inner street jerks who wanna flirt with our sound but ain't really down, silly clowns Barnum and Bailey rejects Press eject on defects (yeah) These threats delivered signed and sealed by the Delmeister German for master, burnin the blasphemous Whatever you ask of us gets fullfilled Non-linear, you couldn't find a flow friendlier Or even similar with beats that knock Those who cock block transport 'em to the chop shop Operation X cause we often facin death And fake ass players are lost and wastin breath "Time is too expensive" Too expensive, it's too expensive Too expensive, you know what? Time is of the essence Whacha say now? Whacha say, whacha say now? You know what? Time is of the essence Lyrical master, turnin mic sessions to disaster areas I'll wax your derriere Disable MC's with fatal degrees and flows Flamboyant flamin fools like mesquite, let's eat These barbeques are for you We are the few the proud the Hieroglyphics Microphone moguls with code words and hand signals For negros, spanish for black I'll vanish your raps, at the borderline Where you can order rhymes Never monochromatic, y'all know the habits of Del Talented, creating lyrical Gallaghers Highest caliber, hip hop puritan Throw my voice like Surrican, or ventriloquists Until it sit in your cerebrum, I need them Through the medium of music, too sick The ratio is glaciar, Gigantor My flow is lighter fluid, you'll need a higher druid Magicians and Mages, superb my primal rage is My styles all over the place, disease contagious And treacherous (what?) like Mussolini (uh-huh) but cooler than Fonzarelli eating fussilli With roots in hip-hop goin back to Whodini Who see me, no eyes, your style is corny like bow ties No fries, keep that shake for a keep sake As well as patened Del hysteria Malaria area, 88 bait for bitin MC's They're bitin to see, see that's like a likin disease My time is up, I take my mic and I leave |
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It's important to practice good hygiene
At least if you wanna run with my team I'm bout to get into some shit that I've seen This fool's breath, I mean so bad it'll melt your ice cream They say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things Sittin too close to him it burned(?) like my eyes sting I try to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum I was a victim of breath on him Running his yap about what sets he from Gotta get some gum gotta get him some He turned it down, his teeth was brown Excruciating for him and it was a new sensation I had to ask the dope to pass the soap Cuz his toe had the sniff of crustaceans Or bathrooms in a bus station He had a can of Olde E and some raisins Amazing... head to toe B.O. He didn't know, used to the fragrance Just as the days went without bathing He felt manly and not like a maiden He had one dread, and fungus Said he worked on peoples' toilets with plungers Girls let the guy you were with the tongue ya So guys take your cue from this num-ba(number) (CHORUS) (x2) You gotta wash your ass, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy Now at class you need total concentration But there's kids in the back holdin conversations Crackin on each other, and neither were poster boys Both of em smell like the type that soap avoids Coast and Joy, they leave their absence One's fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks Brimstone, girls would never bring him home I was laughin, then his friend raised his tone And said, "Bud you rolled all over yourself" "yeaaa" I know some people your ass should be submerged Like you need to deal with water cuz you smell like a turd Wanna cap get some courage, your feet smell lurid Well look it up And while you're at it, get a cup And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle You get our vote for most stinkiest That nigga started thinkin of shit, said I was frail I said he was stale Underarms is ripe Undergarments tight, about to leap out your holy sweats And we holdin bets, and after this I'm gonna collect Nigga check, yourself Respect yourself And wash your mothafuckin body 'fore your sweatshirt melt Like radioactive, no lady find you attractive The funk got you captive You don't need a map bitch (CHORUS) (x2) You gotta wash your ass, if you must You gotta wash your hair, if you must You gotta brush your teeth, if you must Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy |
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[Del The Funky Homosapien]
Check it out Uhhh Del's back, go get ya life preserver Aquaman with the flow you might get murdered You get caught in the slipstream When I was fifteen I was ripping You were shoplifting My accent on rap is smashin' Emcees be past tense Didn't make the draft pick Come get ya ass kicked You awful And slothful I'm grease lightning Hit cha with shit that's uncalled-for Leave ya jaw broke Tryna simulate Gimme a break You rhyme purely functional Merely fills the gap I'm a rhymin' mercenary I'ma kill the track My brainstorm cause a cloud burst Bring forth a rhyme like childbirth Style search Tearin' out the whereabouts of lyrics Somethin' you don't care about I eviscerate your mental state Into strips of steak I'ma situate barbituates to get you baked Your effeminate image is far from intimidating Cause my style you're imitating That's as sin as Satan Your corny insubordinate rhymes are like a porno flick Compared to Edgar Allan ya spread ya talent thin You gotta problem with balancing Ya equilibrium is givin' up Ya symmetry is imagery Your videos are pretty dull Big budget But my poetry you covet Mega-destructive You can't fuck with I'm loony wit language This artform is truly endangered So I change it, never doing the same shit I'll make a profit off of oxygen Phenomenon wit no homonyms Hit'em wit a sonic boom Eradicate ya Nom De Plume Procure of insert a word wit hypodermic earnest And leave ya burnin' like a furnace Poetry protagonist Leave you havin' strict Advocate of whatever I'm imagining That's what's happening Party-goers call me Yoda I use my force with fortitude Just sure to groove And support my crew Hiero Vital Components in the lineage Of Hip-Hop heritage Where we go is limitless (Chorus) Let's follow along with the rhyme y'all I bet some of y'all get lost and can't find y'all Just on a mission to let you know that I'm raw With the Jaw Gymnastics verbals for your minds y'all [Casual] I'm the difference between Hanna Barbara and Hanibal the Barbarian The metal stiletto ghetto cesarean Word carryin' clarion My drum kicks got blood on a steel toe Nasty like crud on a dildo For real though Bram bisque gets bust and break a baller for his billfold Better beware boy before the shoddy make ya body prostrate Huh Before they dope make ya eyes dilate My rhymes'll gyrate Irate Liquid spills covering nine states Liftin' crime rates Shiftin' earth plates Casual amongst the ranks of greats Bitch niggas get treated and took out like dates They lightweights Have dat ass beggin' for another day like Nate Your hard Boulevard facade'll get you scared Get cha shit served preserved Banned, canned and jarred And labeled as a fable Ya unstable My methods on the mic make money under the table Pay-Per-View, Digital-TV, or Cable By cell phone, via satellite, or right at cha label Hell, you can even send an email I rip that ass in 500K detail Use a seasheall In an ocean of emotion Periless notions of my delicate delivery devotion [Del The Funky Homsapien & Casual] Minimal effort make are shit sound phat Delvon And Smash Boogie We gets down like that You know I grab the mic And hit cha tit for tat Delvon And Smash Boogie We gets down like that (Chorus 2X) |
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(Del The Funky Homosapien - 1st Verse)
Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts I'm daft 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 (Chorus) 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 (Scratching) "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 (Chorus) 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-hah |
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(Del) Aiyyo whattup El-P?
(El) Yo whattup Del-phonic? (Del) Nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man tryin to listen to my Walkman This motherf**ker all in my face Tryin to holla at me and shit I'm like, "Man - dude you just a offspring" (Del) I'm very interplanetary and vary with various experiments Gregarious with verbals for your merriment What El-P tell me to use, the beat di-ffuse You lose and get played like a mood I'm rude revolting leave you molting No thing - compares to my compadres We'll take it to Broadway It's beautiful the execution flawless You all wet, soggy groggy when you saw me But I never tire whenever I adjust my thrust Females blush I bring the California gold rush Your flow sucks, your stamina can't endure I manicure your lavender amatuer landed words You haven't heard? Cannabis analyst Add a twist to my manuscripts I'l have you sent to the showers Me and El-P, is superpowers like the US and USSR Blow you like the Deathstar Leave your chest scarred like Sagat My plot proliferates, hits you like barbituates in a twist of fate and splits your face It's the great DelTron-Z, soundbombing Run to mommy, I'm airin out your dirty laundry I'm shooting then executing you're aiming from mainstream Your brain tingles, strangles your lame jingles Bingo I bring flows that attack like wild dingoes Can't be pigeonholed, anything goes gringo (El-Producto) Here we go - up jumps the outcast, sever the connection My mostly overconfident acquaintances pull numbers to the anti-potients and fear that I drip sick in And rise out of my shell to teach sick or bedridden emcees til they fear living Blockin the cocks that bust shots, spittin smitten bitches til the day of the locust, kitchen cutlery cuts DMX 16 crossfade with a strange lust Dr. Strangelove, born in the back of the train, fameless shame shared with acne pick brain pit Tried to capture the moment of subtle death Destro magnet spit - action fit into capsules slipped in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin shit Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them and wonder if I f**k to the same rhyme style pattern It's autobahn pipe bomb glass fragment shatter to break new jacks at after parties for actin actual Factor X into your formula for fresh thoughts with a Megalon wingspan that bulge from the back of the text radical Radio time tracks flatten your flattery The tradition excuse used by biters; ambiguously homo Knotted tights and colored underwear that's wrapped around the brittle legs of things without weapons - I'm grief diseased brethren Swim in a sea of shit and malt liquor, feed on Excedrin Radiate through tenements; emcees bleed estrogen! Chorus: Del and El-P Watch insanity increase Break it up piece by piece Never weak in the least Think you better see a priest (Mortality, don't battle me, it's costly We the raw breed all of y'all is just the offspring) (El) Yo Del kick that shit again (Del) Tomahawking your tom-tom club You tried to holler at me at my show, lookin like you on drugs You love the Del I'll thug you, bumpin Juvenile Thinkin you in style, packin like you movin now I move top speed, scott free with cock-D Knock-kneed delivery that scorches you like Lockheed Dr. Decibel, my deliverance is questionable but as far as this session goes I'm wreckin skulls Better check your pulse, we visionaries with this Scarin the shit outta record labels next to fatal Right beside homocide bonafied bewilderment Militant diligence like I'm buildin pyramids Peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor Track your pager plus your celly Piss on your Pele Pele, catch you comin out of belly Dumbin out daily, tell me, what was your rationale Think of matchin Del I disconect your PacTell My mobile code words, showboat with no hope for any rhyme you kick or any beat you load up Leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic, skanless with anthems Stomp your little cadence out at random (El-Producto) Ran-random, ran-random El and Del-aphonic known to go off on a tantrum Now you know.. For the backpackers, for the computer hackers For the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers For the derranged krylon stain makers For the ungry hungry ass verbal brain rapists That New York to the Bay shit! "Go off, go off!" |
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Soopa Feen he used to gleam and glow
Before he became a fiend for blow, unredeemable I seen him go insane Straight from cocaine, graduated to no brain He went from Polo’s to no name Pawned everything even his gold chain Now his skin is dingy, he be singeing His lips on a glass tube and pass on food His ass all glued to the seat of his pants Got cuts and hella puss on his feet and his hands Completely entranced, give this nigga a face wipe Before he meet his contact, commissioner base pipe For new assignments, cause he said it don’t taste right He used to cop that hop, so his face might look familiar to some And now your boy’s plumb dumb Running around the slums, sticking his tongue out at young females He sees trails, he think they’re aliens He starts bellin’ in the precinct his feet stink They throw him in the clink, cause he 5150 He got his Garfield and Otey beach towel for his cape And safety pin he use to clean the screen [I was feeeen before I became a teen] Now he’s a vigilante on Delancey Then ran to Chancellor looking for his counselor (His trusty sidekick Faultor!) for an ounce or a sack at least [Well, crack the hash and peep and then it's back to sleep] Well actually he got the master keys More practices in the crack cave where they got a factory Soopa Feen is skinny can slide through small areas For quick getaways while Faultor pull the Derringer That’s his ace, shiesty as fuck His specialty is gafflin niggas, extorting their bucks His best power, the invisible gank If in your wallet there isn’t no bank He contacts Soopa Feen with telepathy Saying, "you need crack man, I need amphetamines" He’s faster than a speed trip, stronger than a nigga on ‘ron He think he a superhero, he just gone He can’t really fly but uses a harness To leap tall building in his undergarments His teeth are tarnished, he was banished from Berkely Now he’s up in North Oakland looking really perky Never think he’s jerky, but he really is He plays with the neighborhood kids with fizz Coming out the sides of his mouth Sometimes he hides in the house devises new routes So he could be up and out if he see po po If he stalk ya while ya jaywalking looking very awkward He don’t stay far from the corner where they slang caine He got the mega migrane sort of like his spider sense That he can’t fight against Me I’d rather light a spliff, that’s as high as I can get But Soopa Feen is super human, he got the crystal lungs From the planet base with cream will get you sprung And niggas wanna beat your ass for all the shit you done But you fight crime in your own special way When you in the holding tank and other fiends won’t let you get your way You never catch a case cause your slick High beams projecting, but you’re never caught with shit |
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Verse 1:
Del, my main brain function is gang bustin I aim ??? scrumptious gumption despite ur assumptions I like lumpin' up dumb cuts w/ abundance Rhyme resevoirs that glitter like a gun bust (bloaww!) Obnoxious to coppers and fake Hip-Hoppers They bite my steez and try to doctor my cross-words For the highest offer I plot the Oxford Poetical posture that gotcha, like the shocker Nocturnal burning herbals, playin' Turbo Graphics Federal Reserve ur cabbage, u don't deserve to have it Curb ur habit, a fictional farce and fairy tales I know u very well, and rise to the top like Ariel Periscope's up when I loc' up Landmine logistics, the digits ain't listed I flood cupboards w/ natural disorder Cause when I dosha, I switch over I sent cobras amongst ur rosebuds No buzz, not even from 500 pounds of Folgers Go get u a pass, u sniffin' the ass Pay attention in class, cause if u do that u might... Hook: Get it in focus Didn't u know this This mission is hopeless Pitifull poets Didn't get no wins My signature slogans Splittin' ya open Hittin' the dosha...??? Better listen closer ...Focus ur mind Bridge: My ride quality quantum armed when gone to lunch and u can come along w/ us My syllables savvy; Gravity's entrapped in cabins w/ brain ?seizures? so pack ur aspirin Burn baby burn ur chapped and blackened like charcoal but our soul subtracts the sacchrin and cheesy packaging, we be trafficking the contraband on a plantation after we break in... Verse 2: Nothin' can awaken, shakin' ur mind w/ blatent basement bombshells that keep strafing Have faith in Me and Paul The weed I freeze the remedial and eat 'em like a Peter Paul Beat em all fair and square, prepare for static I'm char-is-matic, from hair to fabric Avid aviator when I'm facin' Vader Within' divine sacks, I leave ur mind and ur spine tapped Face the music, embrace the true sense of pain, when I stomp ur brain and leave shoe prints If u hot, then I'm the coolant I rule w/ ironclad mandibles, they trap u ??? Hook Verse 3: When I'm upon the track, it's a common fact, I'm bombing that Smash it like a pomegranate, better call in management Tandem mist of cannabis, random sniffs get u ramblin' The ambulance will handle that, examin' facts Ferociously, u spoke to me like u close to me Like u folks w/ me, who u 'sposed to be? Next thing I know u'll try to dose my weed Toast to me, cause I broke the speed barrier Repairin' it is arrogance on ur part Sure start the core operation, it's hard to face him Cuz bars away from an incarceration I ain't into operations that ain't makin' me Cake up cheese, give or take a G Feel the nature's breeze on my naked knees But for leisure, Do not disturb, I'll kick ur keister Unleash the Beast Wars take three-fourths When I leap forth, I resort to G Force U better creep soft, watch where ur feet walk Or profile meets chalk by the see-saws, retard Coincidently, simply raw Fill out this entry form, so we can get beyond the nifty song u dissed me on Now u the new contestant on my truth confessions Teach the youth a lesson they're not used to gettin' I got a team of writers like the King of Fighters that never seem to 'tire That's the reason why u gotta.... Hook (2x) |
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(Chorus)
You gotta get a better view outside, get ur third eye bright inside Through the knowledge fools get demolished, birds eye view catch all this Birds eye view catch all this Birds eye view catch all this Birds eye view catch all this Birds eye view catch all this (Verse One) Del, You don't need much proof When I'm in the sound proof booth, I get loose Your Excellency, better than the rest of emcees, best with the beat My capacitors collapse your faders, when I come lackadaisical That's the way to go Smash the radio Pass the gravy too while I behave a fool High level virtual humanoid, leave your whole crew destroyed When I switch to manual Cause I don't stick to manuals I'm back with panic filled, Manic skills That weave the tapestry you can't capture me On video, DVD, or camera I mangle mice in a maniacal manner Feed back, fry ya scanners They wave white banners, like dandruff Hand cuffed to tracks like a prisoner non-visionary commentary is a listener (Chorus) (Verse Two) Compelling, unpredictable, how I spit my flow Get the dough Buck rich or poor, I enrich my soul I can't forget my bro's, that's unforgivable Live as though you can play, that's when you get stripped to ya bare essence To finally know your fates stop wastin time and try 2 share lessons They're guessin, puzzled muzzled By society undeniably subtle Technology to make a space shuttle Technology to make the earth rumble Get a whiff, it smell like trouble But Del likes trouble and I don't need a double Meet it head on, let's hope it's dead on There's a time for dancing and mind expansion Find a balance, your mind is challenged To get past lies and violence Lives and silence, wiped out Like a surfboard I dun know what hurts more Knowin, not knowin, I can't control it But I control my destiny In my heart I hold it, I can't let the world get the best of me (Chorus) (Verse Three) Devastating mic control, Levitating mics and flows Infrared lyrics snipe ya dome, And I write it like a poem Notorious like Capone, a title I have the right to own Celebrate elevation, And try to make sense outta these statements I'm information inflated While emcees debatin' ratings Critics don't buy the records Fans do and I respect that Del, my signature style is assembled and wild he can do what he like it's two of me Both sides of the brain Watch emcees flow right down the drain My special moves will rescue you from mediocrity and popular offerings Operating at a high speed, You don't know yet just try me (Chorus) |
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Chorus: Let me tell you about the Proto Culture
If you don't know the culture, here's the whole structure We've had enough of the lackluster-trust us We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster KU: Game related, raise it bit by bit Yo D, link up the cable we'll go hit for hit Phantasma plasma particle beam means I have ya on the run-the rendered effects hot like magnas Del: I play games by Capcom with a power glove strapped on O n any platform, I don't spend my dough on Phat Farm Video games, I got many to play Before my life expires; fufill my desires KU: Mastering your hardest boss Shattering all stars across Ain't hard to cross the finish line Floatin' on Daytona Wex, Gex or Kloana, we get ‘em all at cost RPG, Platform we transform like Macross Del: Rival schools, Batsu Purchase you ought to It came with one free CD, it's like I bought two I hope they make part II for Dreamcast ‘Cause games I've seen in mags, you won't believe they have! KU: Getting callouses turning over asteroids Graviton bombs destroyed Getting moms annoyed Now I'm hacking Nightmare Creatures Their features splattered across the screen It gets more clean each year Del: I remember my homie Ed Coats had the most A Colecovision-every week I'd visit Playing Donkey Kong Jr., Venture, Rock and Rope Games I thought was dope While my moms was watching soaps KU: I'm on the next level I got a double barrel shotgun in the Doomworld Waiting on the next devil Armor's low-check the arsenal Rupture the main conductor playin Disruptor Del: I remember Ninja Gaiden Finished finally With Ramone wouldn't answer the phone This was before getting blown I own the first Nintendo Power With the maps of Zelda Help me conquer in an hour Chorus: Let me tell you about the Proto Culture If you don't know the culture, here's the whole structure We've had enough of the lackluster-trust us We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster (2X) Del: Hey KU you know my SEGA collection is massive Got all the past hits and classics Herzog Zwei now Panzer Zwei Originality that made me a fan today KU: It's Pandemonium-it's like Toys R Us Flippin the next Saturn game brings out the boys in us It's poisonous Taking out the boys in blue in Grand Theft Auto, Snatch a Rolls Royce to use Del: Yeah, I'll admit Playstation improved Come visit Feudal Japan with me and Tenchu Bushido Blade 2 with sword play so accurate Mega Man Legends but I had to buy a map for it. KU: I fence Hyo to get a Neo-Geo For Samurai 64 in full rendered splendor Rival counter and enter my sword in his innards My joint was being Leonardo wuppin' on Splinter Del: I gotta get Xenogears-that's the type of game that relieves my fears Get it from overseas to here I gotta get Psychic Force Authentic arcade that I can endorse They got me liking imports KU: I'll need to be at the next E3, What's the next CD I need to see Me and D signing checks Let's float overseas, mingle with game companies Giving tips to Capcom and Sega-you can't front on these Del: To anyone who knew me better Know I chose Saturn first Cause it's 2-D heaven Bernie Stolar dropped the ball with the RAM cartridge X-men Vs. Streetfighter could've expanded the market KU: Marvel Vs. Capcom-beyond fathom Tell the truth, Playstation ain't ready to have ‘em Come on I'll bring the onslaught Alpha and Omega Khaos Unique brought to you by SEGA. Chorus: Let me tell you about the Proto culture If you don't know the culture, here's the whole structure We've had enough of the lackluster-trust us We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster (2X) |
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[Del The Funky Homosapien]
Check it out It's a revolution in you head I'm boastin' Like I read the future My execution Used as a stimulate to get you into it Show you my sentiments Mental leasing the flicks Don't hate, Facilitate Whenever you get the break It's always a risk you take Doin' a different take Big mistake rappers make The cake They want it now So they copy whose the hottest now they soundin' funny style I know you hungry pal, me too I need food But I don't redo what he do I'm lethal Like ginseng root Go ahead, attempt to shot Invincible It's flawless like a dentist' tooth Oblivious to all this ignorance They need to get a grip Don't be an idiot In a high state, I transmigrate To a fly tat Make you wanna get cha life straight I'ma introduce the places that I ventured to I get cha proof of a Hip Hop institute It's the truth I'm just being hospitable Sittin' bull The chief I seek the hidden jewels Some just complain about the status of rap They say it's average in fact They wish the eighties was back I say everything's everything Nothin' stay the same And yet, it is the same just given a different name Money's all that matter to you, you sniffin' 'cane You need to uplift you brain, forget the fame You say you get power, if you get money How you get those if you just a dummy (Chorus) Just stay on your toes man In this world that's just how it goes man In Oak-land, gotta get with the program With flows I wanna control the whole land You just gotta stay on your toes man In this world that's just how it goes man In Oak-land, gotta get with the program With flows I wanna control the whole land And keep growin' [A-Plus] Nowadays I hear the same crap Complain rap is trendy not to give anybody with a name dap When did that start It sound childish You went to college but I think you need some extra mileage Underground cats disrespect who that don't listen to (Yeah!) If you looked at my CD rack they'd (you'll) probably diss me to That's so weak Don't speak when a niggarole creep Or I'm finna go deep I heard a MC in a cipher straight lyin' Damn the cryin', talkin' bout real Hip-Hop's dyin' That's some dumb shit That's what I was thinkin' (Uh-huh) But I didn't say nothin' to him cause I knew that I been drinkin' He must be blind as hell Hip-Hop is alive and well He ain't got the mind to tell I rhyme with Del Drink Guiness combined with Ale Never been inclined to fail, applyin' the skill I be tryin' to build with the close-minded But they so blinded I get upset and they get clothes-lined Don't hate on nobody Stay on your toes Even if he got platinum or gold on him Stay on your toes Underground to Commercial cat Stay on your toes I know them or I ain't heard of that Stay on your toes From backpacks and licorice sticks To black macs with ammunition and clips Man I can get with this shit Yeah, it's all the same Some of y'all call it game Say it's either for the props or the fame and all the change (What!) Use what you call your brain (Ha!) The whole aim Home on the range Just stay out my lane |
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