[Intro, Casual]
Yeah, that's right
What you gonna do, Del? You ready for that freestyle shit?
Alright

[Verse 1, Casual]
My metaphors make it better for any competitor
Hieroglyphics we them apex predators
Matter of fact, I shatter your track
I break out my battling axe and then I start rattling cats
I shake 'em up and break 'em up, like a snake's tail and they fake real
And still, [?], Rockwell, I fuck you up like your last cocktail

[Verse 2, Pep Love]
Yo
Then I do what I do and I do it well, I swell
When the wind blow, I sail across the seas and y'all emcees is lost
When I start causing atrocities to these, measly peas
I eat 'em in, delete 'em then, defeat 'em in, beat 'em in

[Verse 3, Casual]
Uh
Tried spitting but they ain't sounding groovy yet
I break 'em down, like a movie set
And start proving shit, and make sure the crew moving shit
And matter of fact, I let 'em know we do this shit
Every day, whenever I say "pass the mic"
It be disaster like I bring a catastrophe, you act for me
Yo Del, grab the mic from me and let it-
[Verse 4, Del the Funky Homosapien]
Yeah, I grab the mic and let you know something
Motherfuckers is known for fronting, I stay hunting
Yeah, inside the rhyme, I be putting shit out there time after time
It'll be climbing up just like Crazy Climber
The old R school, I mean- R K
Flow that I be kicking, leave you stricken
With fear, wanna hear?
Okay here it go right here, off a beer
Get this drought, stout, you wanna know what it's about?
I'm from the Oakland town, now you know
So many flows, but I'm just gonna dispose and expose
The fake and frauds yo, get on the microphone and show who you are

[Verse 5, Pep Love]
Who I am is the man, I can do what I can
I grab the microphone, I ran through
Any rapper crew that think they can do what I have to do
My flow was magical, I don't know what you thinking
When I grab the microphone I start peaking, and rappers start weakening
I get stronger, my shit lasts longer
And I know what I do when I grab the microphone
Another song come from the top of the dome when I'm rocking the microphone, yeah
I'm often known, I'm not a clone, the original authentic
I spit the raw with it and I'm committed, I get it
Yeah, by the hundreds and millions and I'm so resilient
The children following me like I'm the piped piper
When I grab the microphone I get hyped and hyper
I get ripe and riper, you might wanna wipe your tears
As I come through with shit that sears
[Verse 6, Casual]
Yup
The rappers say they floss and wait
Until we set up the mic and start running at an exhaustive pace, then we whip out the caution tape
N***as get smashed up, my smash rock and the crew is high roll
And I know you know, I throw the spiral
Easy to catch, n***as fetch the rhymes that I've been spitting
And I'm admitting, I'm like a
All the bitches say I'm quitting [?]
Hitting it hard, the rap guard
Letting them know your whole crew's a façade
You'll get scarred easily, I appease the beat
Make it sound greasy, slick, it's fly shit
The heiro shit that I get, and if-
Del if you wanna spit, that mic ain't working
So you gotta use this one, it's the crisp one
Check it out

[Verse 7, Del the Funky Homosapien]
I know what it's about, the summertime where everybody wanna rhyme
But when it get to darkness and when it get to regardless, of all your targets is all marksmen
I'm the marksman, just shooting
You fools wanna talk about me, but I'm Putin
Yeah, I'm rushing y'all
With so many rhymes that I'm crushing y'all
With blicks, be blasting y'all
With so many that I'm kicking, it's just a fashion y'all
Yeah I feel like a fashion designer when I'm rhyming
So many rhymes on time, I keep climbing
Up to the gods, listen to the rhymes I'm kicking for y'all and my dogs, that's "god" spelled backwards
I never lack words when I attack them
Yeah
[Verse 8, Pep Love]
Uh, we keep it stacking and macking
You just a fraction, the reaction I give 'em is laidback and calm
When I grab the microphone I do what I gotta do and drop a bomb
Yeah, I got a lot of [?]
When I'm coming through with the high roll, clever crew
Yeah, we do what we must when we bust
And adjust to the things that go on every day
When we do it this way, I'm a heavyweight contender
When I grab the microphone and injure you and your crew
I'm a hip-hop ninja, with my Kung-Fu
What you wanna do, huh, uh
Yeah, yeah
We don't play when we with OMA, Hieroglyphics
We do it this way, we do it this way
In the lyrical display and we do it this way, uh

[Outro, Del the Funky Homosapien]
You got that?
Yeah