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Del the Funky Homosapien
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And They Thought That Was Hell
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Hip hop, an asylum
Run by inmates who be wildin'
So I'm comin' with a heavier dose
This medication is safe for you slowpokes
Don't choke, just swallow it, follow it
With this funk flow pourin' from the bottle
Some of y'all don't mind if you die in the spotlight
Long as you shine, you be crossin' the line
And you out of your mind
Their very own, personal, Dr. Frankenstein
And the monster is, right in front of your face
You can't figure it out?
You figure it's me 'cause I stay way ahead of you dweebs
My regiment be the strictest rituals
Habitual funk for competition, it's critical
Get exposed in the expose
Soon as you step on stage get fragged with grenades
Average a day of raps per capita, slappin' ya
You just a passenger that be taggin' along
You average and on some other shit that you think is nice
Well, think twice, life is too short to be a shorty
It's the story of the glorious trail
The metamorphous of Del, livin' large
The nigga's in charge of the game
Like a caretaker, a shareholder with a rare aura
Everybody think they hip
Connected through the world wide web with microchips
Cell phones radiate the mic I spit into, sending feedback
So please just leave that thing where you came from
I'mma leave your brain numb
You ain't gonna need it after feelin' the invasion
Ceiling's gonna cave in
Vibrations bounce and drill into the pavement
I'm thrillin' you with entertainment
Yo, I never gave anybody hell, I just told them what's up
And they thought that was hell, D-E-L and I'm back from hell
Trapped in hell where I learned to master self
Have you in a spell with my magical raps that I tell
Caught in the rapture, relaxed with yourself
Funk will fill you with a passion that'll push you past it
And leave them tricky bastards in hell
H-E, double hockey sticks
I know I'm hot so hop off my dick
Talkin' shit at a mile a minute
You can tell the lieutenant to fuck the speed limit
You know when it's on
Once you smell that fire and brimstone
I'm at the end zone
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I find most of this bullshit
Pushed as entertainment very educational
As soon as it make a home and try to take control
I just pick up a book and read 'cause I can't believe
None of the crap they put on TV, tell lie vision
Hell, if I listen to a motherfucker who whole mission
Is to get in my brain
Sit and find blame with anything I got going
They plot is more important, all I gotta say is, so what?
Reality TV is so far from that
Motherfuckers be washed up and try to come back
Some whack syndicated madness
Imitation of the fatness that is now public access
At this moment in time, you are frozen in time
I'm holdin' you with rhyme flow patterns
That average adults say is thought provoking
He talks like he's brought up from Oakland
And hold notions back till I find the quotient
I feel like a Vulcan amongst Trollkins
No comprehending, if they got the sense from they sensei
They sensei need been gay and that's what me and my friends say
H-E, double hockey sticks
I know I'm hot so hop off my dick
Talkin' shit at a mile a minute
You can tell the lieutenant to fuck the speed limit
You know when it's on
Once you smell that fire and brimstone
I'm at the end zone
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the finest
Your highness, Sir DZL, your knight in funky armor
I'm a put you in the mood to funk
Funk will have you feelin' the groove
Yeah, the groove is on me, on the house
I'm buyin' at the bar, try me out
You know them other dudes is butt, straight ass crack
Now you askin' for your money back
This one's on me, on the house
Lemme see something
Show me what it's all about
Man, I never gave anybody hell, I just told them what's up
And they thought that was hell, D-E-L and I'm back from hell
Trapped in hell where I learned to master self
Sweat pourin' all in my shirt, the air conditioner don't work
Sweat pourin' all in my shirt, the air conditioner don't work
Sweat pourin' all in my shirt, the air conditioner don't work
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