Lyrics Eye Examination - Del the Funky Homosapien
I
never
had
real
friends
′til
now
I
never
had
to
steal
endz
'cause
that′s
foul
I
walk
the
streets
with
the
baseball
bat
feelin'
secure
But
I
try
not
to
incite
fights
that's
immature
Actions
that
come
back
to
haunt
I
work
hard
to
get
the
things
that
I
want
And
never
flaunt
Never
post
where
the
most
guys
post
high
I
keep
my
focus
towards
the
ground
And
pound
Any
brother
who′s
my
ace
to
my
face
Even
if
snakes
on
the
unda′
I
try
not
to
wonda'
Trainin′
my
brain
wit'
mental
anguish
Strange,
it′s
rather
eerie
Clearly
Just
a
whim
I
adjust
the
hymn
Deal
with
the
dealers
and
the
squealers
and
the
jockeys
I
can
take
the
fizz
out
the
carbonated
copy
Imprints
are
made
in
the
sand
as
I
walk
Dim
hints
reveal
rather
grand
as
I
talk
Small
individuals
seem
larger
When
they
take
charge
of
Their
antics
Makin'
them
gigantic
So
you
never
suspect
their
neck
bein′
strained
So
many
situated
thoughts
in
the
brain
Heavy
weight
gain
So
I
weight
train
'Cause
to
me
the
weight
gain
Is
a
great
gain
And
I
hate
sane
individuals
Close
they
nose
to
new
aromas
I
got
the
smellin'
salts
that
are
prone
ta′
Clear
the
nasal,
daze
You′ll
probably
make
a
raise
to
a
new
level
And
see
the
true
devil
Any
color
ya
wish
because
the
devil
takes
any
shape,
Any
form
Any
swarm
Ride
over
your
dish
like
a
picnic
I
think
the
sick
shit
I
had
my
wrist
slit
Like
a
suicide
But
I
survived
And
you
can
too
Plan
to
Live
a
full
life
free
of
anxieties
While
you're
at
it
try
to
keep
an
eye
on
me
(BRIDGE)
The
man
with
meditation
skills
Wastin′
spills,
lyrical
liquid
Fillin'
streams
Wit′
dreams
And
I
will
cream
whoever
seems
wicked
Oral
floral
arrangements
Is
strange
since
You
don't
have
the
comprehension
I
will
stop
and
lynch
them
I′m
not
the
one
promotin'
gun
totin'
′Cause
I
contain
within
my
brain
these
computations
just
as
potent
The
mental
torturer
of
course
you
will
acknowledge
me
′Cause
Mr.
Twister
places
pictures,
mental
fixtures
of
photography
Shitty
little
bitties
never
get
their
clitties
done,
but
I
don't
think
They′ll
resist
Mr.
Twister
When
I
flex
my
verbal
techs.
Exit
Mental
anorexic
I
don't
cater
to
the
imbecile
so
you
can
bet
this
Is
a
brain
buster
Pain
thruster
Strain
twister
Overwhelming
pressure
between
the
temples
when
I
touch
the
microphone
I
might
condone
The
usage
of
abuse
if
it
is
convenient
I
slant
and
lean
it
Like
a
lever
when
I
leave
ya
mutilated
By
my
enuciated
cleaver
I
survived
the
ither
and
the
either
Now
let
me
take
a
breather
(PAUSE)
From
my
own
little
world,
Little
girls,
little
boys
Stay
free
of
hurries
Free
of
worries
That′s
riddle
poised
for
posterity
Where
are
we
Goin'
from
here
As
a
ho
And
I
don′t
know
And
that's
the
biggest
feeaaar
When
I'm
flippin′
into
daaarknesss
Now
I′m
askin'
can
I
spark
this?
It′s
D-E-L
y'all
From
Hieroglyphics
y′all
Sayin'
peeeeace.
. .
Album
The Best of del Tha Funkee Homosapien - The Elektra Years: B-Boy Handbook
date of release
10-02-2004
1 Mistadobalina
2 Made In America (SD50 B-Boy Mix)
3 Dr. Bombay
4 Wrongplace (Casual Remix - 12" Version)
5 Wack M.C.'s
6 Ahone Two, Ahone Two (Remix)
7 Catch a Bad One (Remix)
8 Sleepin' On My Couch
9 Eye Examination
10 Missing Link
11 Hoodz Come In Dozens (SD50 Remix)
12 Mistadobalina (Remix)
13 Ahone Two, Ahone Two
14 Dr. Bombay (Remix)
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