Del:Mista, twista, get yaevery single timeand I rhyme like I knowso I flowwith tha gifted tongue,an encryptic brungnew phrases into the mazesplay thistwo times a day with a dayoday, eh eh yo and the daylight comeI plum forgot what a wack rhyme wasbecause I buzz like a beein the ears of my peersso they know and I knowwe all know dayo-day light come and me wanna go home-coolno toolno Smith and Wessonjust an oppositeso I can pop a bitof shit on the mic when I get on the mic"p-p-p-p-ping!"I ricochet a bit on the micand I like it-Just like the Gulf or World War IID-E-L will C-R-U and sage anyone whomakes advances when I make a neato heatois the answer when I prance up on ya skull like a fritofinitobut I ain't finishedtill I let the flip side ridetill the rhythm is diminishedRelated 26 Best Breakup Songs Of All TimeEminem Takes Down Trump In Powerful Freestyle Rap During BET AwardsCardi B and Twitter React To 'Bodak Yellow' Hitting No. 1 On The Hot 100 Casual:I would if I couldbut I ain't cause I cain'ttime for me to lay down the lawwho's raw?you saw the blues from the shoes of the writerstronger than a ciscoin ya like a ciderwatery-try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter mebecause I'm not the Gto be stepped tokept youon ya tonsas my rep grewI let throughnegative foesso you better get flows to counteract what we've doneproceed one goodcause I'm armed like a sleeve sonplead dumb and step backas I repshop collectrespect dropsin debt the next prop-artistthe hardest is the one who don't pass outIf Tyson's last name were Aphone I'd knock his ass outthe bigger the betterthe better the bigger iswhenever you figure thisn*gga is gettin' hisbe real and don't kill with flaws the ill causeis answer to the godsand that's when you lostkeep on losing,amusing many tacticsI came to earn more green than Saint Patrickand I make backs if you get caught frontin'never bought a Newport but I puff a blunt'nPhotos Tajai:I needs no sugar crispto get swiftso what with two syllables exemplifies the giftTajaiI sense those that try to feel my laddersbladders release upon your porch if you don't ceaseI respond with minimal distractionwhen I see onefatter than re-runso what's happennin'?it's not where you from,it's just how you comecorrectrespect the rough neckis not gettin' buckedand tucked into their beds like nighty nightytheft of the membranenone left cause I'm a rightyfight these-you'll catch vollies for your folliesand mistakesI stick fakes wit shanksso no thankswack shityour attemps to rap are innaffectuallike gettin' butt styleslike the heart of homosexualnot for sexwhen you rap the intersectionof damagesandwiched knucklesand what your luck pullsbad onescatch one or tworather a viewa slew for soft ass phoniesbust your croniestry me,you'll catch my Vans in your hineethat's if my backgrip slipsthough I doubt itpout if you want toconvert me to fileybut I seize more than them candiesnothing gets by meso play the tracksand you'll go out like "later max"next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks.OpioSke-beep-boombob your head to thismischievoussoul socidle,idle chatter never slipsoff the lipsof this writermight not be a greater innovater of the rhyme schememy style is the visineto get your eyes openingthis raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadowwhile the teapots blow off steam like a kettleyou hip to the hopI kickI trip the life fantasticgettin' into the grooves that'll bend the phonographicsthe vandal with the vocalsmaking the locals go insanethe regal rhymer speeks substinance for the brainget frisky with the phrases as you praise this life divinitythe one of liberated soulcontrols for infinitygot styles by the square milecat's got a frightened childHieroglyphics will uplift the rhythms for the meanwhilearticulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speechand peace to pop prophets as I piner and teacha smidgen of religion to the fraudulentlisten,pay attentionI'm the master of this conventionkick the wickity wiley styleewhile you sutterin' just like smileeskippin shingles of your shattered dreamstoo bad it seems you try methe wise and wordy wizardpays a visitto your subconsciencequest to run the landdistinguish all the nonsenseoptimistic, stylistic, mystic mythI'm swift like Mercurymercy meI surely shoot the giftA-PlusPeople call me soup just because I'm livin' fatPeople call me nasty: it's because I eat the catand I swing a bat to level heads,leaving devils deadnever said nevercause of clever headsbetter dreadlockson the top of my crop,never flakyif this was a field then Bo Jackson couldn't shake mebake meBetty Crocker's oven isn't hot enoughif you wanna spread the skinsthen I got alot of stuffnot a bluffnot a tough guythinkin twicewhy step?here's a fly repI kept my step ladderI had a fatter spliff I was hittin' onnow it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' onsittin on a futon...slippin' lots of boots onI'm the type of brotha that ya have to get ya troops onoops I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis youI could hook a hoe and make her blow like I was tissuemary had a little lamb,Adam got a lot of doughneed help with your garden?scholar got a lotta hoesyo-I didn't mean hoes,yo I meant womenIf she got the pool, I got the trunkslet's go swimmingdip dip divecause I'm liveliver thenfive or tenof the menon my jockyou don't stophere a pimpthere a pimpeverywhere a pimp pimpthis A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is.
Songs by Del The Funky Homosapien
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