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13. | Checkin' Out The Rivalry |
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(talking)
Hi everybody. It's Del the Funky Homosapien, down with Hieroglyphics
Dopest crew in the World, coming with the new '96 shit! Check it out
D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Hieroglyphics will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
D-E-L will, you know, you know!
Hieroglyphics will
Fuck you up!
It's me, really me, not a look-alike
I know some sound alike but when I'm around a mic
Niggas cut! You know the skit
Del ultimate
Rapper international, with that rational style
I get the, shit off my consciousness and
Pull out the compasses
I'm on some shit you ain't around, in the town, clown!
Rebound!
Go get on your intercom and call
Your weakass crew so I can call protocol
I don't give a shit, I wants to get lit ("yeah!")
Split the Philly roll that bitch!
And it better hits correct and right
Make sure po-po out of sight
Or they gonna have us locked up tonight, sike!
We in the cut with the best bomb available
Peelt out laughin' in a trail of smoke
Oaktown, where niggas get down in more ways than one
It don't stop till the raising sun
Mentally unstable with the rhymes that rock yo' cradle
The author of fatal flows that liquidate emcees
Then I scoop 'em with a ladle
I stay ill and psyched
Outta my mind with mics but gotta be in before sunlight
Emcees approach me with chains of garlic
But their brains are targets
Then I dump off the carcass
A lot of niggas fuss just 'cuz we the best for us(?)
Niggas faker with they raps than the Snuffleluffagus
Lifts and bends, I recommend
Before I make blood suspend
When I check that chin
It's common knowledge Mr. Del demolish ("You ain't know?")
Taking you back to the days of cornbread and collards, come on!
(chorus)
("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Hieroglyphics will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Hieroglyphics will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Hieroglyphics will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Hieroglyphics will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Yeah!
I perceive more than the average madness
Niggas get the giggles when they find my shit is pivotal
The radical, hip-hop fanatical who do what's natural
Actual fact, no tact, you'll get intercepted!
Kept it away, from emcees 'cuz they
Wouldn't know what to do wit' it
Pursuing it don't mean you gonna catch it
I slay willing women backwards on the mattress
At this access got niggas yackin'
I'm crackin' safes and niggas actin' fake
I got the date to arrange your weight
About spent every cent on the bomb
Fuck being calm, I'm like a shell-shocked vet from 'Nam
So turn to Psalms, get your palms off my dick
Before I go sick and make yo' ass hit the bricks
I used to stay on 57th the resident bussed to havin' it (?)
To stay out late at night 'cuz none of these niggas is Heaven-sent
I'm bent, puffin' killer-Cali hit the vent
I lend my voice to tracks, as we's the instrument
A Public Service Announcement on how I house shit
I hope your blouse fit, bitch, you fight with fists
But if I ask you "Let's battle" you might resist
I wax that ass on Pay-Per-View and invite Tha Liks
The steel-cage grudge-match where there's no escape
I'll peel that cap like bananas to apes
Oh yeah! them niggas, it figures
The masterminds behind the rhymes you claim were yours
We lick off with rhymes like Nas and make your brains stain the floors
At last we clash under the overpass
(speaking)
Del: Damn, we've been waiting here for hella long, since 12
Opio: I'm tellin' you, man, they don't wanna see me on the mic
I'm tellin' you
Del: All these fake ass niggas
Opio: That's why they ain't came.
They heard me, man, they done heard me, man, I'm tellin' you
Del: Talkin' about they the freestyle masters, they'll get they ass ate
Opio: And they sound just like you anyway, man, we out on these fools
Del: I know man, let's be out
(chorus 1x)
Yeah! We got the beat ("You know!")
("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
There ain't no doubt about it, we got the beat ("You know!")
("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
From Oakland, to all around the World ("You know!")
("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
You know what? We got the beat
("Lick you wid our lyrics!") ("You know!")
Bye!
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Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
(Stress the world)
I offer the maximum that you called for,
Who better, to get a crowd to go "Wow"?
Del, A champion true,
I do what the others can't do,
So when you come to,
Recognize I despise weak,
I'm at my peak I seek
More than the boredom you are accustomed to,
A connoisseur,
I love hip hop more,
Than I did as a kid,
So I gotta kid rid,
Of those, who pose,
Case closed,
I'm dynamic with panic
And it's exactly how I planned it
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Hah!
You better peep
Cause the price is very steep
For those who sleep,
I pile my rhymes by the heap,
On cassets,
LPs, CDs, and twelve inches,
Perform the shit,
And get the girls like bitches,
With good intentions,
The key word is redemption,
For those who try to shit on my crown,
Let's get down!
Plastic ass rappers
Get smashed like crackers,
First I shellack ya,
Then hit you with the lacquer,
Then I go to marijuana class
And study cultivation,
So I can make the USA a better nation,
Get smoked, mellow out,
Vibe, fuck the stress,
While I kill MCs that say
"He's relentless",
Past you,
At last due
To technological enhancements,
On my part,
The art advances,
My rhymes are ravishing,
Ravaging the hip hop surface,
To get to the underground,
Four pounds to purchase,
Merciless,
As soon as I insert the disk,
Into the S.P.,
To make the world stress me,
Let's be up front and real,
What's up with this rap
Regurgitation that appeals to the masses?
I got pure plain funk,
Hold the mayo,
Like the formulation
Of ice crystals
Make the sun's halo,
A rainbow,
Pay in full
To MCs at large,
I barge and
Cordon them all when I
charge!
Personally responsible,
Behind all the hoopla,
Havoc 'cross the board,
Get the trouble shooter,
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Make the world stress me
Stress the world
Make the world stress me
Stress the world
Make the, Make the world stress me,
Let's be up front and real
Mathematically correct,
Collect rent on the daily,
This ain't a prince project,
Put out on paisley park,
Deep dark funk,
To dunk your face in,
Fully animated
In a time where hip-hop's contaminated,
With corny niggers talkin' gibberish,
They make me feverish,
I merely pull this lever which
Enables me to unveil tales
Of Del in action,
Smoked to the fullest
Project my voice like bullets,
I deflect your sect,
I check the scanner,
Damn you're persistant,
I stand with my fist clenched,
Tightly around the microphone like a scepter,
With rhymes average MC's can't see like a specter,
The inspecter,
With the nectar,
Sharp like a black and decker,
I twist a nigger's neck
Like Chubby Checker,
Respect A,
Heiroglyphic insgnia,
You know it means murder,
With lyrics unhead of,
Stamina, stamina,
And with a new flow to boot,
Don't try to execute my patterin's,
I took hella notes while battlin,
Dismantling opponents alone
With my trusty verbs
Leave these MC's disturbed,
Everybody on my block
Knows I rock,
To MC's I'm hella cocky
So I keep my rhymes cocked
In position,
And if you actually listen,
To what I'm saying,
You'll see you can't resist them,
They're succulent,
And if you don't like them,
Fuck you then,
Anybody with taste,
Sees it's a delicacy,
Not a mere hors de'ovuerve,
Or haven't you heard,
And it's totally take out,
About a million served,
Like that!
Absolutely a beauty,
I crush the shit that's booty,
Cause I figure it's my duty
Stress the world
Stress the world
Stress the world
Raah!
Let's be up front and real,
Let's be up front and real,
Make the world stress me,
Let's be up front and real,
Let's be up front and real,
Make the world stress me,
Let's be up front and real,
Let's be up front and real,
Make the world stress me,
Let's be up front and real,
Let's be up front and real
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A new day was dawning
Yes one more morning
Just stretching and yawning
Picked up my belongings
And call my crew
See what we all can do
Lets go to the mall
The one with the waterfall
And take your fathers car
Although it ain't that far
They got a whole bizarre
Of fly girls up the par
Yeah sounds like a plan
I need a new Walkman
We pass the popcorn stand
And see what we can land
In the land no less
I spot a cutie with guess
And I had on sweats
She looked unimpressed
I said dam you fine
But nothing bout her behind
I said do you have the time, to sit back and chitchat
She said no
You look like a hobo
And with that camouflage shit looking like G I Joe
I said I'm not that broke
And I can buy you a coke
She said this must be a joke
I swear it hurt till she soaked, and shook me off
Like a moth
I said what's the deal with the clothing as long as it's cloth?
[Chorus]
Why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow ya roll a little
Dam you crazy
Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow ya roll a little
Dam you crazy
Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow ya roll a little
Dam you crazy
Ok she too stuck up
I didn't catch so what?
My partners busting their gut
Getting me straight stuck, on anger
Let her go
Why sweat her so?
Oh fuck you guys
Lets fuck with some fries
At quick stop
Where the chicks pop, up
Lets pop at them
Nigga like a magnum
Next destination
Stop at the gas station
My heart started racing
Saw this cutie who way thin
I stalk like Jason
With no authorisation
I looked her in her face and asked how her day went
And her digits
She said what is this
It's none of your business
I'm shorter than a midget
I fidget
Shit, she asked why are you nervous
I said your curves just, amaze the glaze my eyes ova
I told ya
She said are you sober
Venomous like a cobra
Don't you know that I'm older, than you
And your crew
You do what little boys do
You couldn't deal with this
Then she sealed it with a kiss, yeah
I felt dissed, and my crew is steady laughing
Wen I turn around they act like nothing had happened
Ahhhhhhh hahahahaha
Burn Del, Burn Del
That fool got clowned again man
Shot shot down
Oh here he come, Ok we out Del.
Why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow ya roll a little
Dam you crazy
Girl, Why you wanna get funky wit me?
Slow ya roll a little
Dam you crazy
Girl
Why you wanna get funky wit me?
Hieroglyphics y'all ya don't stop
We got ghost, go fries got us some girls too
The ones with the curl doo
That smell like shampoo
What's up precious?
I likes ya necklace
We doing a show tonight ya might wanna check us
She said your Del I said I know
The one on vinyl
And then she hit a high note
Y'all is Hiero
And where's Pep Lover
I said he on the other, side of town
But her partner had a frown
2 out a 3's cool, it ain't bad
She must not know how to add
She tripping and things
Each finger got rings
We bout to bounce like springs
But she like where my chicken wings?
Cutie like can you sign?
This one time
So you can be on my mind
To remind
I said fine
Tripping partner like who he?
He ain't no one
I know him from Logan
Was now her slogan
They was jocking
She was cock blocking
They said they gotto take the keeper home block rocking
She said so
Niggas with egos
What you coming out ya face for
I'm a let you know
Hoe!
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(Verse 1)
I'm ready for action, packing provisions of visions
Verbally, every word will be enhanced
With the bass that'll put you in a trance
Some dance, come take a chance
Del won't do you wrong
I've been in the rap game too long to falter
I rock like Gibraltar
Make you kneel to the butt like an altar
We move to prove that this is improved, when you're at-water
Caught em with vibration that soothes your back like massages
Before you can park your car in garages
It'll be just for riders, listening to 'ROCK THE BELLS'
You can barely hear the vocals
Mixing is important, getting the public into chokeholds
Hip hop homo's will do well to know this
It ain't about who's the dopest
It's who gets the fan's focus upon you
when they feel what the song do
I think I'm onto something, when I got my shit pumping
I remember, when they were satisfied with just lyrics
now, if the music 's flat
I can barely stand to hear it
and my rhymes are impeccable and you can't dissect my flow
With music sounding like it's out of tin cans
Just wretch the whole vibe and stride for perfection
Why you think they call this a profession? Hey
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Can't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall man
We got cassettes, CD's and LP's
DJ's for days, whatever you do
Give it your all, cause that's what pays
(Verse 2)
I just love when I can hear the bump pleading to the walls
In the halls, coming from the record stores in the malls
A beat with walls I like that
it bites back and strikes back
At niggaz who are wack, cuz
Back in the day when hip hop was just developing
It was back in the day
we should be relishing in experience
All you newcomers better be leery cause
hieroglyphics got the bump
And it ain't mysterious
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
This don't apply to the niggaz who salved
And fell out of their fan base
Trying to chase the big bucks
It sucks, I know, when your heroes wanna appear to hos
Supermacho! And watch the whole role and image of a mic champion
To the fan base it simply can't be done
Cuz they're your folks when you don't get the pop shit
They know you got the top shit and in ain't only for profit
But since we on the topic, let me drop it
We need to stop this segregation of hip hop
Talking 'bout fuck the east coast, and fuck the west
He's sold out, cause someone either sings or toast in the chorus
What is real hip hop then? Only the shit you listen to,
Everything else pretending? I'm sending a message to my fan base
Fuck this is hip hop and this is rap, it came from the same place
and there's a place for everything including hieroglyphics
And we gonna come with it, as long as y'all with it
cause the fam base is like a legion
For one cause, we want the dope shit cause
the other got flossed ??? Now
I'm a fan who likes a lot of different things
I differentiate with music just to spread my wings
I always do my best, that's why the fans love me
Not some crime shit, so I can be bubbly
We all got some preferences, that's just how it goes
But when you see there's an effort being made, don't turn up your nose
Turn up the bass, race to go and buy it
And don't dub it, some of y'all do
don't deny it
(Chorus)
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Man, I knew this nigga from back in the day
I never knew he would be actin' this way
He displayed some faulty shit
Wish I would have caught the bitch
I stuck to talkin' shit
Instead of setting off the apoclypse
Out in the O, they try to play you like kermits
Out in the O, they'll smoke your ass like sherm sticks
Definitly something to be concerned with
you can't trust these nigga's
And it's time that I learned this
This nigga that I went to school with
Asked me for five bills
Whatchu gonna do with that
'Bout to give you a whole five dollar bill
If the shit had been real
It wouldn'ta been a big deal
But faultiness strikes
He said let's take a hike up the block
And I'll give you the five out my sock
I gave him two, my homie gave him three
We was both wonderin' what the fuck this gonna be
He took us over to a project building
I was bent of sisco thinkin' *grunts*
He said wait here and I started yelling
He didn't make clear his intentions while he bailin'
Del infureated, lost it
I drew the line, he crossed it
It's time to burn his ass like I was caustic
I was screamin', beamin'
This lady came out her apartment and said
Bounce if you're here to start shit, little boy
She was like
Some shit happened out here last night
Get the fuck out 'cause it won't be no fight
This other nigga came out and said
Don't shout, yoe money gone
Take this if you still want to pout about it
He opened his hand and I was shocked
In it was a crack rock
I said what the fuck I'm suppose to do with this, eat it
I said keep that shit and then the lady said beat it
He told you your money gone, so get your ass on
I just did it 'cause I wasn't alone
This mighty morphen nigga who I thought was a friend
Transformed and got the arm was nothing but a fiend
He was fiendish, fiendish
He was suckin' base pipes like a penis
He was fiendish
Fuck that punk
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Star struck MC's receive no attention
From the man whose mind is
Not even in this dimension
I'm on another plane
Sicker than the mother brain
The ultimate expression
Yes indeed, heed
My flow's symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic
Never semiotic but doper than narcotics
A few a y'all caught it on my first release
But now my power's increased, enhanced
Del meets the fans halfway
And slap a rapper in his chops
The temperature drops, you get pneumonia
Or maybe exposed to radiation by plutonium
Some say rap's an idiom, get the A-S-R-S-P
And then a medium, the best of both worlds
Brilliantly engineered, lyrics dement your fear
Del is now in the clear, I was in prison
But now free to be everything that I envision
Abandon the plan and the uninspired
And the haters that cater to their needs agree
It's bizarre, by far anarchy no control
No soul, the whole fucking planet's gonna fold
Unless we administer, since, as we enter the
Twenty first century even your worst enemy
Gotta get it together, mentally and systematically
When nigga's think I'm a smart-ass
It makes 'em mad at me
Why, cause I try my best to eliminate ignorance
Not letting my brain burn out like cigarettes
There's bigger threats besides thieves or your pet peeves
But what's right in your face is what nobody believes
(CHORUS)
Del, what you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead
But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you must believe
Del, what you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead
But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you must believe
X-Files
Lots of rappers today depend on imagery
I myself depend on skills and my energy
It's maddening, at every single gathering
Of young black youth it's got to be some niggers badgering
Averaging out to be bout three out a G
How motherfuckers build stereotypes, cause it's all they see
I take glee in the fact that I'm me
Not a follower, a dollar wouldn't make me sell my soul
Del is old-school compared to your subterfuge
I got the same code of ethics Jungle Brothers use
Now every nigger wanna be crime related
Can't rhyme creative and they're made of self-hatred
That's why they overstep boundaries that's sacred
From the street to the corporate scene they all mean business
Self for self, phony doesn't work
Your soul holds no weight when you let the devil lurk
Fighting evildoers I been evil myself
But I'm still a black man with experience, under my belt
I may be young, but my soul is old
Living in the ice ages where a nigga's soul is cold
Don't give a fuck about your life or his
But if you get a gat for protection, who lives?
Comin up ain't the same as pullin everybody else down
But try telling that to niggers that are spellbound
They'll probably say that you talk too much
They gotta think too much
So just be careful who you trust
(CHORUS 2X)
X-Files
Peace
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"Earth to Del, Earth to Del, Earth to Del do you read me?
Do you copy Del? It seems we've lost radio contact
Descend for warp speed so you can recieve transmission"
Each rap is texture-mapped to perfection
A 3-D world for you to step in
I leave MC's stranded on asteroids
Floatin through the void of space
Del the black man, African back again
Crackin windshields, so I can heal your souls
When you feel my flows
A wild beast when I piece together beats like puzzles
MCs feel muzzled like dobermans
Its over when you try duplicate
And then you're due for 8 for tryin to sink your teeth in
Meetin your maker, Del the caretaker here break your life
Away from you faker the Tammy Faye Baker
I shake your brain up like Quaker Oats
For tryin to memorize my moniacle quotes
The funk coats your eardrums, Oaklands where we're from
The deviant, workin feverishly but easily
Eagerly awaiting your arrival
Hide all you cowards, you're powerless I'm live and in technicolor and
tumorous
Your humorous, my rhymes are numerous
I'm too elaborate in my habitat
With words that hit your skull like a battle ax, imagine that
I'm actually destined cause I'm acutal perfection
Equals natural selection with rhymes as my secret weapon
This involvement in my newest installment
Is dissolved in the chains on your brains like solvent
I can't call it, all it means is my genes
Comes from supreme beings and sess that cha can't step ta
(CHORUS)
No way out come right in, writin incredible shit
They can't meddle with us
Future development is too intelligent
Future development, too too intelligent
No way out come right in, writin incredible shit
You can't meddle with us
"And you say it, And niggaz are still frontin with that
old technology shit, why is this soundin garbage?"
To many fans and not enough artists
Niggaz frontin heartless like they packin ultra cartriges
You ain't gonna smoke me, you smoke weed
I've seen some sick characters and they ain't scared a ya
The true soldiers who will unload on your intersect
Not me I'm into Tex and Mex
Giant robos and ponos, and road shows
I like a blow doe on the latest not the status quo though
More pull than yo-yo duncan
Quit pashin in my rappin like a tongue kissin right on by the hundreds
With no bass the foundation crumbles
Like niggaz bumble they whole life over rumbles
Scandals, sure you got mad skills
But unless you gonna be a boxer who's gonna offer
Your hand script "Nobody" I used to program computers
Now I make manuvers on the mic to screw ya
On the ole, how it goes how the flow for the uninitiated
Plus on the side, get my own life sitiated
You know writin lyrics in between lines
Play some Samauri Spirits, oops
Drop funky like defication, poop
Leavin ya mute moose, speechless
Niggaz blackin out like an eclipse
No defense for your pretense
Which is just a feat to proposal
Towards your disposal
Del flow solo, fully mobilized the wise words
So niggaz can get the total
Perception, perfection destined for greatness
Etched in your consciousness, metaphorically monstrous
(CHORUS)
Future development is too intelligent
Future development too too intelligent
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[Chorus]
We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew
We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew
We 'bout to roll to the corner and get some swishers too
So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved
Another fine day in this land I live
Oakland we're they don't give a shit and that's it
You know I'm sellin dank and split the profit 50/50
With this other brother who went in half with me
Now, first before we burst the move
We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor
Then we don't bicker
We'll be relaxed ask your mama
This shit is like a war zone
Streets is hot like the Bahamas
But we will stay away from the drama
I'm wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llama
But then we had to pause like a comma
Cause someone got stuck and bucked and family was outside with trauma
We heard the shots from inside and whenever gats go off
I hit the deck and hide
And if po-po said they got there on time they lied
But you gotta give them credit they try
I see a mother cry and I'm wondering why
And my man said fuck it aint nothin' we can do
But to continue our mission down the block for the brew
And we out (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus 2x]
On our way we 'bout half way there
Children runnin' everywhere like they just don't care
The Muslim Bakery is like right between
And if I pass by with beer they will look at me mean
So I ducks in and gets my Final Call now
Cause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proud
The ambulances signals and glances
So let's hurry up and don't take no chances
Niggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answers
In front of the store trying to work that slide ahead
The panhandlers, they not no amateurs
Daily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come up
It sums up life along with the kids and a wife
But anyway, we pass the local grocery store
And you can be sure the meats and the produce ain't good no more
Some of it is from days before
I want it fresh and the clerk ain't my race so he stress
They doin me in my community - fuck it, we there
Aint enough for a 6 pack so we had to share
A nice little stroll through the April spring air
We hide our shit so the Nation don't see it there
[Chorus 2x]
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Okay
Chorus:
You got to know what your love is worth
Every boy you got to know what your love is worth
Every girl you got to know what your love is worth
Everybody got to know what their love is worth
Yeah, you got to know what your love is worth
As soon as a child is born and discovers self
It's a part of life, so don't get fucked in the end
If someone's a lost cause, there'll be someone up his cardigan
Example, you a woman, in a relationship
It seems like everything you do makes him flip
It ain't physical violence, or nothing like that
But the love that you show he doesn't show back
But it started when you first met
You looked incredible to him, he wanted to get his thirst wet
(yeah, I bet)
He wanted to be down like Brandy
At first his overbearing persona was so manly (ooooh)
But now you're thinkin' most of the time, "he can't stand me"
He lost trust in you when he saw you with Randy (haha)
But then you find out he feel good about Candy
You thinkin' this relationship is really demanding
Everyone makes mistakes and that's true
But from the beginning did he really love you?
To him you a bitch, he told his boys he thugged you out
And nowadays he don't even hug you (doubts)
And I'm sure it do more than bug you
You wonder how you get attracted to things
With a mackin' disease, with a tactic to please
But once you settle down you're entrapped in a squeeze
Like a boa constrictor and he know when he gets ya
You got to know what your love is worth
That way you don't waste ??? goin' berserk
Yeah, (chorus) x2
(guys talking)
Now put yourself in the shoes of this guy
You fall in love with this girl and you don't know why (why dude?)
Cause you don't feel the same but u give it a try
Eyes wide, like you a child in a candy store
Even though you the one she couldn't stand before
Cause you was houndin' her, surroundin' her (damn) with confusion
You used to be friends, but now the friendship is losin'
Cause you visualize the romance, she like "no hands on"
She don't wanna fuck with no man, "not even a slow dance?"
You tried to kiss her and she even agrees
But that don't mean you ‘bout to be Adam and Eve
In the Garden of Eden, but maybe for the evening
You say she leading you on, but you just added pressure
Of course she like you, you're friends don't try to test her
She says she likes you as a friend, not a lover or wife
So get a life, let her live hers and find another
Don't let her smash her ego, cause we know you're great
Let it be her mistake, yeah
Don't waste your time bro cause you know
If she don't appreciate what he do for her
Then tell me why he should wait around
Chorus
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Let me tell you a little story about the slave master.
Use a whip on your ass so you behave faster.
You got chains on your neck, and the Man's respect.
You'll work all damn day, but you will never see a check
In the field. Cotton you yield. Your skin peels off your back
From the crack of the whip. It won't heal.
Ya wish you had a shield 'cause he wields iron,
So when you act up, he smokes ya and keeps firing.
And it's tiring.
Forget about recreation.
One wrong move and it's death you're facing.
White motha fuckaz got the ball and chain
On your leg, and in the form of religion on your brain.
They say, "You the devil."
You say, "Who the devil?!?!"
Some of us was house niggers. Some of us was rebels.
Some tried to get along the best they could.
And didn't nobody use the phrase, "It's all good!"
Would you? They got you living like a shrew.
They throw you pig lips and chicken gizzards. Then you make a stew.
They give us a white Jesus to appease us.
We talk among ourselves and hope nobody sees us.
They had our brothers beating us. Called us createns plus monkeys.
They just junkies mistreating us.
The master said, "If you don't whip 'em, you're dead!"
It was fucking with his head, but he beat us instead.
And we bled.
Red blood flowing like a flood.
Then he'd rape your mother. Stick her face in the mud.
They were ruthless! If you tried to front, you'd be toothless.
Some tried to run even though it seemed useless.
Virginity was torn. Soon babies was born that was half white.
And now his skin is kind of light.
You think you're special, because they let you
Oversee the carnage? But I bet you
Will get hung, even if you stick out your tounge.
'Cause they pull out the shank and stick it right through you're lung.
Now it's 96 and white people say, "Forget it.
It's all in the past." And some even regret it.
'Cause they think we'll set it.
Now my missions to get federal
So I can raise a black family with a true devils
And you know how that goes.
(Chorus 2x)
The slave master watching over you,
Always trying to tell you what the fuck to do!
The slave master watching over you,
But ain't nothing gonna stop me and my crew!
This is for you kids trying to get signed.
Just a little something you should keep in mind:
The labels are slave masters. Artists are slaves.
Don't get too raunchy. They want you to behave.
You get signed. You're thinking, "This is great!"
But wait You never knew what was at stake.
Creative control they withold.
You sell your soul when you sign on the dotted line hoping to go gold.
But you'll never see that, not without promotion.
The label'll just throw your shit out, and got it floatin'.
You think your shit is potent, but ain't nobody buying it.
If they ain't never heard of it, ain't nobody trying it.
If they ain't never heard of it 'your record' they murder it.
You can complain. But they are not concerned a bit.
'Cause when they signed you, they thought you'd make a hit
'cause of who you were affiliated with, and all that bullshit.
Frustrations. All these rules and regulations
Just so you can have your shit heard by the nation.
And be patient.
'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient.
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken.
And if you flop, you get dropped.
'Cause you ain't the star. You didn't go pop.
Just straight up hip-hop. Time to get a mop.
'Cause without no promotion, of course sales drop.
Peep the break down: If tapes cost ($)10,
You'll probaably only get to see a dollar in the end,
That you cannot spend. Cause your budget gets recouped.
So you never get cash unless your record is "Shoop."
You better hope you get shows, which will not happen
If you don't have a record that's the main attraction.
Even if you sell a million, you'll get burned
Cause they keep half your cash just in case of returns.
For a while, you wonder why rappers don't smile.
'cause to them, you're not an artist. You're just another file.
Another nigger used to make another buck.
They don't give a fuck. And if your shit don't blow up, tough.
But the star gets both promotion and devotion
From the whole fucking staff. At you, they laugh.
The star probably don't know that he the house nigger.
Thinking he bigger cause he's the, pick of the litter.
These lebels think backwards. They push the acts that need it the least
So they can get all the money they can when it's released.
They take you to a restarant for a feast,
And then expect you to pck up the check?
That's why I give props to niggaz who is independent:
'Cause they make they own money, plus decide how to spend it.
Splendid.And lets end it.
And don't get offended.
(Chorus 2x)
The slave master watching over you,
Always trying to tell you what the fuck to do.
The slave master watching over you,
But ain't nothing gonna stop me and my crew.
Hieroglyphics!
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Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
And the friends to tha end that don't pretend
So have fun, have fun, have fun while it lasts
It's time to max, relax, ask anybody
You got off work, you know your boss is a jerk
Wether you a clerk or a rapper like me
We all need to kick back and be care free
See, no plea barginin', no harborin'
Negative attitude when you're out with your dudes
Damn it feels good when the weekend comes
Ya done finished your homework, ya out with the buds
Clownin', ya'll downin' whatever goes
You throw in a tape hear a nigga kick his flows
Cruise down the strip and pop at some hoes
Ya'll still havin' fun
No matter what scenario ya chose
Even on the solo with those
Take off ya clothes
But not without the condoms
'Cause that's bose
Those woke up the next day, call ya patna's
Pitch in for a ten and start up the festivities
No fuckin' worries when ya livin' free of stress
That's why we always smoke bomb, fuck sess
Ya'll feel the best when ya'll say less
At the (?) 'cause it's June 'cause we outta school
Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
And the friends to tha end that don't pretend
So have fun, have fun, have fun while it lasts
Your friends are ya friends, like no matter what
Other fools get from ya team
It seems like they dream of gettin' next to you
But all they really do is pester you
'Cause they marks
Always wanna start funk when you wit 'em
'Cause when he got beef wit a nigga
He thinks ya'll will get 'em
Now he rollin' with your crew
But with no crew
He wouldn't be poppin' doo-doo
His ass would be through
But now he drug you into it
And yes, all your boys
And now you gotta kill the noise
He destroys the whole vibe by frontin'
Tryin' to be hard, but he just Napoleon Bonaparte
A little nigga tryin' to take command
Thinkin' he the man, but fuckin' with him
Ya'll w'all kick the can
I can't stand a fake
I kick it with my real nigga's come spring break
That's the ones I look out for
Never doubt your pals
Fuck them gals, don't let 'em separate you
Your friends and you will be chillin'
When that bitch hates you
Yeah, and I say
Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
The friends to tha end that don't pretend
So have fun, have fun, have fun while it lasts
Now when ya got business to attend
Take care of that
and afterwards fuck with your friends
Don't put shit off 'till tomorrow
Do it right now before you fuck with your pals
That's the down period, rest and relaxation
At that nigga Plus house
Let's go to nations and get fit
When life is the pits
You know I check my friends, make sure they legit
Wether is freestylin', you know we stylin'
Nigga's pillin' up with the gin in the cup
Or a blunt and no english, so nigga's think ya fiendish
Playin' NBA Jams and just like the beats we slam and dunk
Callin' niggas punks when we was poppin' junk, playin' dozens
'Cause we like cousins, and brothers
I wouldn't have it any other way
You know what they say, all work and no play, ect
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( VERSE 1 )
They say that nice guys finish last, but I'm the leader
Drinkin liters of Seagrams with the heathens
Misbehave and break the buzz, fuck the shavings
Collectin scratch for my savings before the day ends
Cravings for music, collaborate at a rate
Faster than the speed of sound to go thataway
No replicas, step to us, I guess the job was left to us
To kick the phonics that kept you buzzed
And perkin, workin words, distributin herbs
To niggas livin in 'burbs cause they too petro
To come to the ghetto
Mind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a sack
Come back but watch 50, they try to lift me
Off the tracks but we ain't offerin crack, just bomb
No need for alarm or bad karma, but arm yourself
Move in stealth, wealth is accumulated
Pockets are aluminated
I make the shit I think hit even though some assume you hate it
I pass judgment when the fuzz lit, take a shit
Just another skit comin from the pit of Babylon
But powerful like Alvatron
From the Decepticons
Music is magical like a leprechaun
Kept you on point in many different sectors
On Elektra, make you remember Medgar Evers and James Evers
My skills sent from the heavens
I wish they sold Maddog at 7-11
I remember when niggas wore Thriller jackets
And Starter jackets and harder tactics
Had been adopted and most of y'all mocked it
But put a sock in it (* gagging sound *) for a minute
I provide the funk and y'all rock with it
As I spit it, admit it, oh shit
( CHORUS )
It's Del the Funky Homosapien
Goin from town to town to town and just makin friends
Reach out and shaking hands
With the public and they love it
( VERSE 2 )
No technical difficulties or faultiness, you salt me with
That plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brain
Don't need cocaine fuckin with the A
The A-Pluster plus the A from way back in the day
For mind expansion enhancing thoughts
I'm raw with savagery, the majesty of all in vision
Wait, but isn't this a good way to start?
Developin art to cart scrill to kill Satan
Plans for gettin Daytons are past tense
Stack ends so I won't be a has-been (You know it)
The question you been askin: Is Del that masked man?
Rollin through our cities just rippin major venues
Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston
My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times
I felt it was no hope, but no factors you formulate
Made me foster hatred and made me wanna make it
When I'm in the Bay niggas say (Del, how you doin, man?)
I ain't no rap star that act hard, can't speak
I leak lyrics, freak lyrics, secrete lyrics
From my spirits
Tyranny for all who hear of me
Bomb in a bong, my feet in a thong
On a beach with a biatch named Bonbon
Called her on the Intercong, enter John Owens
Better known as Casual to y'all not knowin
About flowin, cause your rhymes are all stolen
Another dip on the strip cause task force patrollin
But rollin blunts too fat to measure
Mexico's national treasure for pleasure
Resurrect tracks like this from my childhood
Before it was such a wild hood
Knock on wood
( CHORUS )
( VERSE 3 )
My beats are meaty
Let's call a peace treaty
And stick to it
I'm quick to do it, are you?
So much funk you can't kick it with my crew
Other than when it's time to get blue?
(Shame on you)
I want me a girl that's intelligent
Doin shit and ain't too belligerent
Picture it, chillin backyard barbecue
Not trippin off what niggas are to you
Jealousy, well let's see
It's a lot of that in Oakland
It started when niggas started smokin
And snortin hop, fuck pop
I want the melodies
But not the weak topics you are selling me
Del is free of confinements
My mind bendin fragile and frazzled
I choose to stay underground like Fraggles
In battles I'm sure to win
While you smoke bud I drink gin
It sinks in while everyone else act on it
I macked on it but not too far from redrum
Don't push me, I'm not a pussy
I wish we could gather at a function, drink some lager
And just bust hymns of funk and flav
Cause the slaves that are our ancestors
Would feel blessed if we did that
Before we hear rap
Now it's American children syntax
Ever since it been on wax
And that's the facts, believe it, don't mislead it
And don't do the shit if you don't need it
And that's real, you might not be but I am
The truth's gonna slap you in the face, so why scam?
( CHORUS )
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