The Undisputed Champs Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Del: up front introducing my man pep love: 

My introduction: 

It's such an unbelievable pleasure 

For you to treasure; 

And much needed too 

Make it phat though 

On another plateau 

You begining to begining to groove; 

I do it natural 

As we get jazzy with classy shit 

To make them hard ass rappers wanna blast me (buck buck) 

Cause i exemplify a typified mac 

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In actin like the shit nigga 

Mashin rappers with a passion 

I smash your spirits 

Like a big disappointment 

But this here shit will surprise ya 

Devise a plan: 

The pipsqueaks get tweaked 

Cause of the size of demand 

So if you wanna measure up 

Then press your luck 

Cause when i'm in the cut 

Man there ain't no catchin up 

I bet ya never heard a nigga with a bigga this flow 

Bigga this bro 

Gettin ate like a clitoris? 

No. 

Photos 

I never could'a seen it- 

I rip a rapper's balls off 

To make him scream when its convenient. 

Hear ye hear ye 

Clearly we're the 

Undisputed ones that you get mad at when you hear me 

Pompous comp. just 

Barely even registered 

Cause we the niggas that they checkin for 

Me and you or, you and him 

Ruinin' them 

Doin men in 

When i'm cluing them in 

On the one 

Del:(ya two... three, four) 

Q-tip: 

Now niggas know i got lyrics out the anal 

And any move that you make could be fatal 

The poet that shows it: 

And some of y'all niggas know it when ya 

Grab the mic and you can't recite 

Yo that gets me irate when ya can't debate 

But wait- now ya niggas think that i'm ya runnin' mate? 

Naw phukk that, cuz when i grab the baton i'm gone (zoom) 

All around the track like a runnin maniac (damn) 

You babblin your babblin son; what the phukk? 

Anybody here rap that doesn't go buck? 

But can you grab the mic and kick ill shit? (like) 

Stun'em with the verbs, instead of using clips. 

Check it: i flip styles by the dozen; 

I-could-even-that i was but i wasn't 

You mc's are slipping into rigor mortis 

Give it up please 

And just support this; 

I got styles that are legendary 

Even in the clink 

Lyrically i'm like, 

What the phukk you think? 

Cause i'm down with the d-e-l 

So what the hell? 

(haha!) 

I never come from the temple a simple rap 

Cause your raps poor 

I'm on track 

I lap yours 

Collapse yours 

Elapse forever 

You're never gonna get better bitin' my friend 

But i lend a hand helping 

Mc's yelping like puppies (arf! arf!) 

Their rhymes are simple 

My rhymes are roughed up 

Like a duffle bag 

Mags on my wheels squeal 

Peel out towards your head 

While others bust lead 

That's dead 

I beat your head in the resin when the pipe hits the buds in my 

Chamber 

My rhymes are never tamer 

Perpetrators i'ma hurt ya later/after 

On the path of danger 

I got fangs not bangs 

Like a bitch which i use to puncture 

With punctuation- 

And mutation 

Racin' like my thoughts 

Bust shots to scatter 

And my latter lets me elevate 

Over mc's that are hella fake 

My reaction to your rappin' is laughin 

It has been for askin they get their ass kicked 

Cause they're plastic 

I'm bringing lyrical lacerations 

That you're tastin 

Painful i mame foes 

Metaphorically 

Historically used the hip hop 

To make your neck pop 

Naw the eyes cause i kick the modern style 

(modern style, haha!) 

The undisputed ones that you get mad at 

The undisputed ones that you get mad at 

The undisputed ones that you get mad at 

When you . . . grab the mike and you can't recite