Del tha Funkee Homosapien Album

"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

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

[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)

Part 1: FWA--Fare Weather Associates:

Fare weather associates
You better, watch how close they get
It's the, fare weather associates
You better, watch how close they get
It's the, fare weather associates
You better, watch how close they get
It's the, fare weather associates
You better, watch how close they get

[Del]
We all know FWA's, how they lay
cause they figure if you're bumpin the pays
In the long run, and it's all fun in their eyes
They must be on one how, they prepare lies
Get up close make you think, you the host of the ceremonies
Why you ain't peepin like a doggy mark his territory
They're never there for me when I need a little boost
Because of who you are, they can get a little juice
Then they like to seemingly leans up on your shoulders
Otherwise he's steppin on toes gettin over
Flappin his molars talkin 'bout he owe you
and every time he smoke, he don't show you no love
And be the first fool with his lips on the blunt
If he persists to front I'ma commenced to dump
Be careful when you make a little something that's yours
Cause a lot of these predators want yours to be theirs
Or at least own a share just by bein there
I be on some hermit skit, and fools think I'm square now
There's an interesting way to look at it
I look at them as bein fake, the way they took advantage
Speaking on the crooks of the planet, who claim they got game
Yeah you the game and they the hunter; just one more

[Intro]
Fare weather associates
You better, watch how close they get
It's the, fare weather associates
You better, watch how close they get

["Shit Talkers" part two of "Pet Peeves":]

Hey whassup man, this is D-E-L once again
I'm here to tell you a little story about this motherfucker
who keep runnin his big ass mouth
You don't know me, motherfucker
Shut your ass up, 'fore I slap the lips off your motherfuckin face
Man, you got a big ass mouth!
You know what?

[Del]
Fools is hella talkative, saying how I walk and live
Always trying to start the kid, wishin that we all can give
a small interview, just a subterfuge
Wanna hook up with you so they can say 'whatchu do'
Get your own life, live your own legacy
Why you wanna spread my rees, talking 'bout my girls pregnancy
Professor, I guess you never learned your lesson
When you saw me out drinkin at the bar,
you said I was sexin this other ho
Chuck D, what a brother know
about my beeswax, runnin off with your feedback
Who I smoked weed with? Who I smoked crack with? (false)
How I sexed every girl you know without no prophylactic
Fool, I'll be in the house and that's it
On the rap tip or studyin, unlike you
You quite new, no game
I understand you a youngster, wanna be hustler
Undercover buster
Can't believe I trusted ya - but that goes to show
how fools fold getting jelly off the dough, yo!

[Del's imitation]
"Del's rich Del's bitch got zero, cause Del's a hero,
Del's a weirdo because he do heroin"

[Del]
Ain't got no idea where Teren's been
I should take it to pugilism so
I can fuse your vision with some realness
Instead of these fake phony stories you be glorifyin
Don't you know that many more are dyin?
From the fatal disease, called runnin them choppers
in front of females, or on front of the coppers
You only do this shit cause you be wanting your propers
Somebody's gonna get steamed and run up and pop ya
You exercise your choppers really, choo choo choo
You exercise your choppers off some brand new news
Your molars bite, your canines tear, whether it's false or true
You exercise your choppers like some gossipin fool
You know what?
You get your little notices from bumpin your gums
When you should be concentratin on lumpin your sums
Got to show your little ass when company comes
Cause We From The Crew That You Wanna Be From
You get your little notices from bumpin your gums
When you should be concentratin on lumpin your sums
Got to show your little ass when company comes
Cause We From The Crew That You Wanna Be From!
BIOTCH!

["Followers" part three of "Pet Peeves":]

[Chorus]
Followers, dick swallowers
No power over themselves, blindness
Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness
We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us
Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids?
Pretty boys fakin like they grinders

[Del]
First off, you a buster so mind us
On the street with your crack thinkin your a timer
Co-signin, findin it ain't workin
Fiends is perkin, I seen you on Perkins
Fools chirpin around the blocks with glocks
And you, really ain't ready for the plot they got
It's unbelievable the way the leave your skull on the pavement
Snatch up your scrilla as soon as you made it
You could be layin dead, instead you play dead
So they would quit whoopin your ass; you get, put in the past
Tryin to keep up with the Jones' like the mass
N.C. baby, means you got no class

[Poser speaks]
"Aw what nigga? Man, I be on the flat lands all the time, nigga.
I-I ain't even trippin!"
[DEL]
"Man you from the hills though man, what you doin"
[Poser]
"Aww nigga you don't know nigga. Nigga, I'm following niggaz."
[DEL]
"You trippin' man."
[Poser]
"Man I be grindin' and chillin'
Nigga, I was rolling dice the other day nigga."
[DEL]
"You need to take your ass to school."
[Poser]
"Aww"

[Chorus]
Followers, dick swallowers
No power over themselves, blindness
Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness
We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us
Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids?
Pretty boys fakin like they grinders
("Dude, that ain't me, dude")

[Del]
You bite somebody's style, it's invitin like a child
You cling to it; I hear it, hmmm
It's got a ring to it - if that's your thing do it
At least you claim you ain't down with that hiphop shoobeedoobee
Which is fine cause my click say you booty
You a white kid, your mom said I'm a mooley
Now you talking 'bout pass the doobie and the toolie
Got your raps and your gat pointed at yours truly
Talking 'bout you gonna school me, who me?
Here's a little jewel like a ruby
since you talkin like you knew me
Playing a role that's straight out a movie
Acting unruly, and your neighbors call SOO-WEEE
to the pigs then they fling you in the brig
Leave gang bangin to the real gat holders
or real black soldiers who you don't know of
Who don't show love with all you sun and your thun
Cause they know where you from,
You from Oakland, you rich and you ain't from the slums
Your pops is a politician
So why bein a criminal is your three wishes
used up, do what comes naturally
Quit playing a role that don't even have to be
You slippin

[Poser 2]
"Dude, I ain't slippin, man I'm from the town too,
man I'm from the Oakland hills dude.
That's East Oakland, blood. You don't even know, man."
[DEL]
"Man, you trippin man."
[Poser 2]
"I ain't trippin dude.
Why you trying to step to me like, you know, you somethin man?"
[DEL]
"Yap, yap, yap, yap."
[Poser 2]
"What up? Whatever dude, whatever."
[DEL]
"All in my ear with that yappin, man. You trippin."
[Poser 2]
"I'll keep at it to! Wassup?"
[DEL]
"What!? [laughing] You gonna get hard?
What you talkin about fool?"
[Poser 2]
"Hey, you never know."

[chorus]
Followers, dick swallowers
No power over themselves, blindness
Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness
We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us
Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids?

(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

[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 motherfucker 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 fuck 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!"

[No lyrics]

If you're brown nosin' in the industy (you fake as fuck)
Wanna pretend that you're a friend to me (you fake as fuck)
Funny style record companies (you fake as fuck)
Weak ass MC wannabe's (you fake as fuck)

You know I gotta handle my sponsatility
along with pillaging of the crusade of the rhythm seas
a million reas
like ziplock
I seal and freeze
better than stealin' keys
or killin' sprees
you aint worth a hill of beans ratio
to the text I toggle and tilt
best taste is bottlin' milk
the model of filth
who's the nastiest?
who would ever ask me this?
you better aqueous
before you take half a step
eager like a bachelorette
with a lack of respect
like a youth packin a tech
the whole attraction is death
plethoras electra to bisto
come to my creep show
to logic is lethal
I repo ya flow
recucitate
reanimate
so now it's a candidate
most likely to laminate
in other words who wanna get served?
I'll hand a plate with a heaping helping
you'll be belchin'
no one's tellin'
while you chokin' you're eye's are open
acupunture a private pokin'
and I aint jokin'
why this evenin' I feel like cryin free men
rhyme and reason mixed with violent feelin's
anything that I could squeeze in to make you descend
at a rate that's sure to agitate
like you bought a bag of shake
my mind's a data place
plus a batter's box
that'll regulate your whiney boos like I'm Donahue
I'm Omney calmly bombing your Brownstone
till the cow's home
well endowed poems
crash through the embassy
disrupt the assembly
dislocate your whole fake industry
horrendously

If you're brown nosin' in the industy (you fake as fuck)
Wanna pretend that you're a friend to me (you fake as fuck)
Funny style record companies (you fake as fuck)
Weak ass MC wannabe's (you fake as fuck)

If you're brown nosin' in the industy (you fake as fuck)
Wanna pretend that you're a friend to me (you fake as fuck)
Funny style record companies (you fake as fuck)
Weak ass MC wannabe's (you fake as fuck)


Okay, let's start
child birth the rhyme and leave stretch marks
etch art with text darts
the cardiac arrest arch
the next stop is where I shop at the fresh mart
sale of ale and all the bomb you want
there's no counterpart
take my rhyme around the park
and piss on you like a hound to bark
down to spark blee's and all
unbelievable
I see through walls
with evil galls
I feed 'em balls
agent of derangement
entertainment tainted
wit insane
it's flagrant
foul fragile famous cadence
you'll never make it to day break
save face
you just a grey space
I lay waste
rated with frangrance rancid
I can't miss it
enhanced mits allow me to advance quick
with antics you tamper with your trustees
I bust these as rapidly as slush freeze
you must need parental guidance
your mental's out of alignment
my mind set is the finest
the pen let you jack off too often
while you sleepin' she contaminate your sperm and offspring
I offset any threat to my nature
face you with eight flares and a saber
pave ya till I hit paved dirt
while you blaze dirt
I flame the greenest bomb
Fool, I better never see your palm
you peeping tom
I'ma need the force of my whole crew to keep me calm
I sneak a bomb to your mesa
disgraced ya
waste ya
leave a stain the size of Asia
imperial premier poet
my perch could never be usurped
for mere syllable serfs
take it for gospel like you hear in in church


If you're brown nosin' in the industy (you fake as fuck)
Wanna pretend that you're a friend to me (you fake as fuck)
Funny style record companies (you fake as fuck)
Weak ass MC wannabe's (you fake as fuck)

If you're brown nosin' in the industy (you fake as fuck)
Wanna pretend that you're a friend to me (you fake as fuck)
Funny style record companies (you fake as fuck)
Weak ass MC wannabe's (you fake as fuck)

Ahh
First day off probation, no wastin' time
Just like ancient times, and take a dime and roll it
Blaze it with no fear
After havin' to take piss tests for a whole year
Smokin' with a cold beer makes me kinda think
Why I don't like to drink heavily, 'cause what my P.O. was tellin' me
'You can't smoke and even eat poppy seeds
But you can buy liquor, and drink all you need'
It's callin' me, I used to drink Heineken's
Now it's 'bout 5 or 10, plus wine and gin
Hennessy, finishing the last drop
To the liquor store was a cash crop
Drive right past the grass spot
Doin' the dumbest shit I ever did in my life
Riskin' my life,
Resistin' arrest
It's in my flesh
Probably smell funny
And there go Del's money
Fast forward to 1998
I smash more herb than those old day's
With a whole J to the face
Nah, I'm still feelin' gettin' drunk more than weed
But now we back in Amster-D, got some grams for me
Chocolate Thai and Purple Haze
And blocks of hash that make the J's last for days
Rollin' up so phat, circumference stuffed with major chronic
We can put a wager on it
When we first got out here in Europe it was everywhere
Even at the gas station, I was down in the mat
A fast pace, when I thought 'This shit ain't helpin' nothin'
When I can get elevated straight puffin' nothin
Chorus:
(Scratching) Straight puffin' nothin'...
(Scratching) Straight puffin' nothin'...
(Scratching) Straight puffin' nothin'...
The smokin' sessions was the best in the world
Plus the price was right, affordable, so more to use
So fat they deserve the Kodak
And no tax so I'm savin'
Not misbehavin'
That's a risk we takin', we ain't talkin' bout that
We in the outback, smokin' till my mouth's black, how's that?
Another fucked up for sho', being blow
I sorta didn't get it crunk
When I was drunk
Slow that liquor down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley
A tribute
'Cause it's probably as fat as it was he rolled
When he strolled
Down the same cobble stone streets
With his own beats
Another generation, a different time zone
With his mind blown, thinkin' up divine poems
Blessed by the father (?)
It's a father of spiritualities, since it all affects the Karma
I used the herb for good purposes
Some people are sure to diss, but up in Amsterdam they nurcher it
And I can't forget about (?)
This kid is brainia
Try to sell hard drugs there then they claimin' ya
Life, they only deal with real shit
All the bomb and hash you want to deal it
And all's well, they don't even sell it for much
And the cops don't really touch, 'cause it ain't slangin' dust
I'm writin' this, right now under the influence
But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I might roll 1 or 2 for old times sake...
Chorus:
(Scratching)

(scratched:)
I never drink and drive
cause I might spill my drink
(Chorus)
Give me the keys, I'm OK
Quit tellin' me I'm drunk, I only had five Hurricanes
Quit bein' such a Puritan, I'm a mega-turrican (?)
Wakin' up and it's all a blur again
If I'm alive...
If I'm alive...
If I'm alive...
If I'm still alive...
Red Skull more like skull and crossbones
Took my driver's test straight pilin' over the cones
It ain't funny so don't you dare chuckle
Drivin' hella drunk without my beltbuckle
F**k you, I'm OK
That's what they all say
Already got a suspended license
Smokin' weed in my ride and lightin' incense
Not knowin' it could be gone in an instant
Pistons pumpin', slumpin'
Over the steering wheel
So many drunk drivers on the road
It's killing fields
Who gives a f**k?
If I get caught all I get
Is a slap on the wrist
My license tooken is a bitch
But I still drive with a D.U.I.
Crash, see my passenger fly
Through the windshield
It's hard to see you die
Heads crushed, necks severed from the shards
That's what happens playing with a wild card
How do you feel on trial for killin' your girl?
Nineteen years old, the end of the world
Don't know what to do
Pop's is gonna' kill you
Twelve gauge shotgun to your grill smooth
Got you in a predicament
If I'm drivin' drunk I've got a sickness
Some fool's is shiftless
Like me, gifted
Student GPA: four point oh
Blood alcohol level past that though
(scratched:)
I never drink and drive
cause I might spill my drink
(Chorus)
Three o'clock, time to go
One more line of coke with cognac
But my cognitive skills ain't on the shit
What now Sherlock?
Key to the lock
My friend's is tellin' me to stop
Damn near down the block
I found cops in the bushes peekin'
Plus it's the weekend and I'm off the deep end
I roll through an alley way, can't see
Getting ansy I hop on the interstate but it's late
Cops patrol but I don't give a f**k though
I swerve to the right and get stuck in a mudhole
Check the rearview, the coast is clear
Tryin' to focus here but I can't
Drunk as hell, bust a rail
Now I'm sailin' off the cliff
High off the spliff, plus a fifth
I bust my shit
Now I'm rollin' down the side like a suicide
What will my family do if I die?
Tension builds, I went through hills and trees
Stopped by a redwood first thing broke was knees
I feel pain then a split second later
Car burst into flames, they won't know my name
They'll have to check my dental records
My body is charred
Burnt to a crisp soon as the car flipped the crash
That's my ass, a thing of the past
Already dead by the impact of airbags
(scratched:)
I never drink and drive
cause I might spill my drink
If I'm alive...
If I'm alive, If I'm still alive...
If I'm alive...
If I'm alive, If I'm still alive...
Skull and crossbones
Poisonous pathways
(8X)

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 the capiteen]
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 game 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
Pipe beams projecting, but you're never caught with shit

Chorus:
Why u keep actin' up
And when the shots fire ur the last to duck
Ur only worth half a buck
It coulda be disastrous (x3)

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)

(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)

Hook:
This is real hip hop not no phony phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide
This is D-E-L not no phony phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide
This is Hieroglyphics not no phony phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide

Cut:
Rag Del, impetuous, tempestuous,
My power's activated, have to make it, funky

Del deep, scuba diver wet suit
Who survived to get loose
Brewin' in the test tubes
To the rescue, extradiction process
To get you all stressed
Step onto my office
That's what you call fresh
It's more like some soft breasts
If i stopped cess, i probably would cough less
Test it, just to see if ya'll rested
I'm blessin' the beat just like if i was the best man
Yo, you miss it in ya' public school distict
Get a book and do the physics
Yo' i got a cool image
Like Hendrix, my kindred,
Got funk up to my index
Bench press rappers doing sets with my Syntax
Ain't nothin' new motherfucker man i been black
Impact, remember Malcom X wore a pimp hat
You paper chasin' when you make it then you spit that
That your whole life shoulda never even been rap
Wannabe gangster fool around and get your friend capped
Talkin' hella shit my brother trying to buy a ten sack
Man, just call me amphibious
Submerging so deep yanking curtains on these idiots
Walking 'round oblivious more than annoying
Everywhere I turn a black life is destroyed and
Times is getting tough gotta sign for unemployment
Walkin' round the town all 'noid and bent
Out of posture from sixteen blunts, a pint of vodka
Intoxicated some of y'all call it faded
With my headphones slammin' playin Iron Maiden
Sleepin' in the lobby of the Days Inn

Hook

Cut:
Never outdated
When my power's activated, have to make it, funky

I'm barn storming, alluring, curing
Your ailments with lyrical talismans
Here it is, for the scrutiny of every record reviewer
Your tool to reduce your little rhymes are non-existent
Meticulous methods I use to modify
The style you all should try
Posh poetics, cost effective
Neck and neck with sun beams
Transcends the fabric of time
Yah, it's one team
Named Hiero, habitual funk, fiends and freakerz
Techniques from the major leaguers leaves you meager
Style malfunctional i'm punchin' in early
Right on schedule gold medalist rebellious (who?)
Del is, got you cornered like a cougar
Comin' up with new words like you must be a lummox
Wanna infiltrate my crew when you know you'll go nuts
Lactose intolerant your bowels'll blow up
Catostrophic so deep can't locate with metal detectors
Listen more then once you'll need several inspections
I'm sicker than a beef recall
Reiterate the fact with flows that free fall
Reintroduction the classic material
That last with imperial
Props and Pop Will Eat Itself
Hotter than coals tread and your feet'll melt
Like plastic i castrate contenders
With a crew that got more power than the Westcoast Avengers
Sit and let your ears swim in the splendor

Hook:
It's just that real hip hop not no phony phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide
This is D-E-L not no phony phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide
This is Hieroglyphics not no phony phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide


Verse 3:

Mouth watering musical madness
More bomb than Bombay in glad bags, get mesmerized
Spellbound Del found profound
Hip hop essentials mandatory for the mental
I used to be dazed and confused
Now I'm amazed and amused
At life and its clever ruse
I have compassion while other brothers askin' for trouble
Brain damage got 'em befuddle
Yo, while I'm on stage pumpin' fear
Your over there in the corner drinking non-alcoholic beer
Dominating, commentating moving on to great things
Embracing the lunacy, lacing the community
With one, two, and three for all clueless emcees
They need guidance, tutorials from the Overlord of skill
Magnifying music with my magnificent mind
That blinds with such shine it's embarrassing
Hop in the caravan with Hiero and hit the road to take care of fans
You know what, I'm claimin' dozens
It's Sudden Impact Crib Death
It's big threat major counter-act like tazers
Trailblazers, we clown the name sayers
I crave flavorings with custom tailorings
I can comunicate with aliens, it's a daily routine
It's never failing you fiends to get cream
By the continuity the rhymes move in unity perfectly with the tunes
I hope it hits you soon

Hook

When my power's activated, have to make it funny

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)

[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