Burnt (feat. The Hyrogliphics) - Remastered Version
The Best Of Del Tha Funkee Homosapien [The Elektra Years]: The B-Boy Handbook
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[Del]
Mista, twista, get ya
Every single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow
With tha gifted tounge, a cryptic brung
New phrases to enter the mazes-play this
Two times a day with the dayo
Day, hey, hey ho with a day light come
I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was
Because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers so
They know and I know we all know day hey yo-
Day light come and me wanna go home-
Cool
No tool, no Smith and Wesson
Just an oppisite so I can pop a bit of
Shit on the mic when I get on the mic
"pee-pee--pee-ping!"
I ricochet a bit on the mic
And I like it-
Just like the gulf or World War I or II
D-E-L will C-R-U-S-H anyone who
Makes advances when I'm incognito
Veto is the answer as I prance upon your skull like a Frito
Finito-but I ain't finished
Till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets diminished
[Casual]
I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank
Time for me to lay down the law: who's raw?
You saw the blues and the shoes of the writer
Stronger than a Cisco and you're like a cider
Watery-
Try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me
Because I'm not the g
To be stepped to
Kept you on your toes
As my rap crew I let loose negative tones
So you better get flows to counter act what we've done
Proceed more killed cause I’m armed like a sleeve, son
We go and step back as I wreck shop
Collect respect props and deck the next prop
Artist-the hardest is the one who won’t pass out
If Tyson’s last name was Rophone, I’d knock his ass out
The bigger the better the better the bigger is
Whenever you figure this nigga is gettin his
Be real and don't kill my walk with your next thought
And answer that your boss-
Cause that's when you lost
Keep on losing, amusing many tactics
I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick
And I make backs if you get caught frontin'
Never bought a Newport but I'm on the button
[Tajai]
I needs no sugar crisp to get swift
So what with two syllables-it's just the positive
Tajai, I steals Souls that try to steal my laddin'
Coming to your brain like I would on a sheet
I respond with no distraction when I see one
Fatter than re-run so what's happennin'?
It's not where you from, it's just how you come
Correct my stacks will get rough to bake
Get phucked enough to my men like idie midie
Look in the membrane enough because I am a righty
Fight these- You'll catch follies if you folly
I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint
Wack shit puritian surround like ineffectual
I get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals
Not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged
Get bruised knuckles and what you look for
Bad ones
Busted a few much more than two
A slew of sold ass phonies
Bust their cohonies
Try me
You'll catch my Vans in your highknee
That's if my bankrupt slips though I doubt
How do you want to convert me in time
But I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me
So play them tracks- And you'll go out like beta max
Next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks
[Opio]
Be deep boom-
Bob your head to this, mischievous
Soul socidle
Idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter
Might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme
But my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening
This raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow
While the teapot blows steam like a kettle
The hip to the hop
I make up flip when I get drastic
Stepping with their moods but their flows are pornographic
And man with the vocal making the locals go insane
The regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain
Get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity
The one with liberated souls
-control for infinity
Got style much slimma-kids' got a body child
Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile
Articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech
And I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach
A smidgen of religion to the fraudulant
Listen, pay attention I'm the master of this convention
Kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering
Just like smiley
Skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
And I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness
Plus your wondering extinguish all them myths
Optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like murcury
Nursing me
I show I've got the gift
[A-Plus]
People call me Snupe: just because I'm living fat
People call me nasty: it's because I eat the cat
And I swing a bat to level heads, leaving devils dead
Never said, never cause I called my heads better dreads
Lock on the top of my crop, never flakey
If this was a field then Bo Jackson couldn’t shake me
Bake me, Betty Crocker’s oven isn’t hot enough
If you wanna spread the skins then I got a lot of stuff
Gotta bluff, gotta tough, gotta lick it twice
Why step? here's a fly rep, I kept my step ladder
I had a fatter spliff I be hittin on
Now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on
Sittin on a futon, slippin lots a Roots on
I’m the type of brotha that ya have to get ya troops on
Oops, I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you
I could hook a ho and make her blow like I was tissue
Mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of dough
Meet up at your garden, Skyline got a lotta hoes
Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women
If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go swimming
Dip dip dive as I'm live
Moving in on the top of my jock you don't stop
Here a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp
This A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is
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