paroles de chanson Press Rewind - Del the Funky Homosapien
Check
my
comprehensive
catalog
of
crafts
I'm
daffed,
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
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
land
cruiser
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
difficult
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
Eh,
who's
ever
hearin'
this,
Deltron-Z
be
a
lyricist
Frontin'
on
your
fake
false
appearances
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
Drive
you
delirious,
dead
serious
The
eeriest
mic
mysterious
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
Delateous,
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
Microdots
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
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
Deserve
your
matrix
in
the
Word
Olympics
Completely
furnished
wit'
burners
like
Ted
Turner
I
broadcast
the
classics,
fabulous,
fantastic
Peep,
who
ever
hearin'
this,
Deltron-Z
be
a
lyricist
Frontin'
on
your
fake
false
appearances
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
Drive
you
delirious,
dead
serious
The
eeriest
mic
mysterious
And
the
survey
says
"Go
practice
or
something,
man"
You
know
peace
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