Memory Loss Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

You try to get over 

You're gonna go under 

You try to get over 

You're gonna go under 

Literally it's 3030 

I don't got time 

To be wasting time on you 

Slow pokes 

I want ya all to, get open, like the ocean 

Brothers be buggin like, He's from Oakland? 

What? I'll whoop you insinuatin' we ain't capable 

Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoe 

A few out a thousand 

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My town is foundin' fathers of the black panthers 

We provide answers 

You don't wanna believe 

Then ya all are some blind bastards 

They got you set up real good your neuralizing 

Industry rising while energies reclining 

Niggas think I'm whinin' but I really don't give a shit 

'Cuz everybody's dyin' but ya all think that's the end of it 

That's why it's so easy to be a Benedict 

Or imitate 'cuz they wouldn't teach ya Algebra 

When you was eight 

Now you fornicate and you hate children 

Forgot where you came from now your straight illin' 

Don't fight the feelin', you better deal with it 

Photos 

It don't matter what you do or say 

Try to get away but I'm gonna catch ya 

Wanna compare your self to them 

Well guess what homeboy you 

Don't match up 

I'm my own individual so I know it isn't true 

Just 'cuz you say it is 'cuz anything thats truth 

Got proof it, ain't you? 

Thats simply just the way it is 

Lookin' up the sky is red 

City's burning up over head 

(Flame on baby) 

We can make the best of it 

(Rock that) 

In this post apocalypse 

(Right on) 

I'm on some real shit 

So real brothers feel this 

'Cuz we know reality is crazy 

Thats why nothin' amaze me 

Look in the past, you might have to go 

Farther then the book in your class 

My niggas cookin' some crack 

And mom's gets the first hit 

Thats okay with you? thats okay with me 

I'm not here to judge the way you be 

I got my own complications 

The government shoe less rations 

Plantations is man labor 

For five bucks for hourly intervals 

I get a G for that 

So believe what I spit to you is given back 

Don't think that I'm livin' that dream 

When the I.R.S reposes most of your cream 

Its like I dream when I lye I wake up 

I see all the people I disrespected 

And try to make up 

It's praise to the creator 

Relate to nature