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Del The Funky Homosapien

"Soundscience (remix)"


Yo, come on
Ladies and gentlemen, yeah, uh, uh, yeah
Evidence and Babu on the beat, for Souls of Mischief
So unique yo, yo Ope set it

I'm sharper than Clive Barker or Steven King when I'm authoring evil things
I'll smoke you like a Marlboro, but I'm a cheeba fiend, puffin white zombie
That make the people dream of cities of gold
Around the world twice before I was 20 years old
f*ckin' sl*tty-ass hoes
And top-notch babes spending money uh-oh
Offerin' to throw me some coke
Listen baby I'm a lyricist, that's not my thing
I slang dope, but not pharmaceuticals super flow
Yeah numero uno caus you know
The human cat scan wouldn't read your brain, they say "He's insane!"
Listen to my raps man
Colder than zero, I'll freeze the rain
Hail Mary!
We remain, don't care if we front page on the Rolling Stone
It's in my chromosomes to hold my own, rock till I'm overthrown
I'm jack hammering, raps of stone
Walls and I won't fall
Victim, drunk like I'm awesome, incredible, federal
Like forty watter, hotter than an orgy
Spot a corny n*gga from a mile away
Yeah, Eastside Oakland
Raised me that way, I got my three eyes open
Get played like a saxophone, fracture bones, knees thighs head
And keep firing when I hear sirens

Mind your own, try to find your own, before your
Time is gone, see we all dying' alone
I'll never be the one to cry if you don't
But who the f*ck am I to imply what you decide is wrong
Give a f*ck about what you side you on
Or you're going at kids (?)
n*ggas keepin' it real don't pay none of my bills
Still I keep at it to feed my weed habit
No seeds, its sticky green, please, I don't need acid



I'm chocolate thunder on the track board
Throwing heat like ????????
Sidearm, like a firearm on a hostage
Ready for combat, it's contact sport with gat forced hiphonics
They high drama like Trump and Ivana
I'm art, 2600 sharp and nimble
Transmission double clutch I'll double dust the symbol
Pimp diffusion, monophonics many moogen
Skate to Cardinal(?) like glaze on Olympic luges
Fluctuate my deluxe delusions, a state of flux maneuver
I'm armor-all on vinyl, ya'll vaginal
In a candlelight vigil when vital signs are final
Flat line your spinal, throw rhymes and tight spirals
Hammer up through the head winds with Evidence, Babu and ira science (?)
Yeah, hire a sniper
I still dodge the bullets while I windmill the viper
High performance, and use your face for windshield wipers
Have you wearing six inch heels and a diaper b*tch
Now you get banged for your buck not bang the switch
This here we taking sh*t, and they ain't taking sh*t
And if you take this sh*t, rework it and remake it we gon' break your sh*t
I said it, minutes set it, on any man in my dominion
Demeaning the inner tenant entertainers(?)
My tenants remain true, you do you
As far as I'm concerned this is all mine and ya'll my tenants, this is
Rhyming of polemical proportion, scorching the mundane claims of you pedestrian thespians
Histrionics, Ebonics lace tales of crimes and chronic in the myriad ways you chase tail
The mirror's amazed at what it sees
MCs empty reflections and soul projection
I use the message as my soul's protection
Etch out some complex sh*t, man that next sh*t


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