Time Is Too Expensive Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

"Time is too expensive" 

Too expensive, it's too expensive 

Too expensive, you know what? 

Time is of the essence 

Whacha say now? Whacha say, whacha say now? 

You know what? Time is of the essence 

My vast knowledge of rhyme is past college 

Blast, demolish, polish off all enemies 

I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia 

Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin dead like necrophilia 

You know the thing, chocolate like Ovaltine 

Comin down on the mic like eggs from ovaries 

Monarchal metaphor, malevolent with settlements 

Maniacal when Hiero flow, unstoppable and chock full 

of funk the freak, so fuck the foreplay 

Del has been ordained to terrorize your brain 

The diagnosis, the show business bogus 

My lyrics lash out, like I was throwin stones in a glass house 

Rappers pass out, ass out 

And anyone left on the scene who has doubts 

Y'all fools ain't got no nuts I'm doin donuts 

Slow up whoever show up, I'm too robust 

Original origin unknown from here on in 

Uncommon dominating hip hop 

Permiating every portal with mortals 

More flows Heaven scent, microphone etiquette 

And lyrics up for your goblin and kill the novice 

I write bad subjects like the Hobbit 

And on to the next phase before you try to rob it 

You know, D-E-L, yeah! 

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"Time is too expensive" 

Too expensive, it's too expensive 

Too expensive, you know what? 

Time is of the essence 

Whacha say now? Whacha say, whacha say now? 

You know what? Time is of the essence 

Supreme MC's reach out when I'm on top 

Catch altitude sickness not to use fitness 

In front of witnesses get with this fetch the funk 

While I test the skunk, see I will caress the blunt 

Come step through the flames of Hades or remain a lady 

Rhymes infectious as rabies -- Deltron, hell on earth 

Prevailing curtailing, you're shattered with data 

Directed, my method, hectic, try and dissect it 

Next shit, hydrauling we're calling you out 

I rap with accuracy - I'm sick of fools actin 

like they blacker than me - y' know, usually bourgeoi' 

We a new breed of MC remedy 

For inner street jerks who wanna flirt with our sound 

but ain't really down, silly clowns Barnum and Bailey rejects 

Press eject on defects (yeah) 

These threats delivered signed and sealed by the Delmeister 

German for master, burnin the blasphemous 

Whatever you ask of us gets fullfilled 

Non-linear, you couldn't find a flow friendlier 

Or even similar with beats that knock 

Those who cock block transport 'em to the chop shop 

Operation X cause we often facin death 

And fake ass players are lost and wastin breath 

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"Time is too expensive" 

Too expensive, it's too expensive 

Too expensive, you know what? 

Time is of the essence 

Whacha say now? Whacha say, whacha say now? 

You know what? Time is of the essence 

Lyrical master, turnin mic sessions to disaster areas 

I'll wax your derriere 

Disable MC's with fatal degrees and flows 

Flamboyant flamin fools like mesquite, let's eat 

These barbeques are for you 

We are the few the proud the Hieroglyphics 

Microphone moguls with code words and hand signals 

For negros, spanish for black 

I'll vanish your raps, at the borderline 

Where you can order rhymes 

Never monochromatic, y'all know the habits of Del 

Talented, creating lyrical Gallaghers 

Highest caliber, hip hop puritan 

Throw my voice like Surrican, or ventriloquists 

Until it sit in your cerebrum, I need them 

Through the medium of music, too sick 

The ratio is glaciar, Gigantor 

My flow is lighter fluid, you'll need a higher druid 

Magicians and Mages, superb my primal rage is 

My styles all over the place, disease contagious 

And treacherous (what?) like Mussolini (uh-huh) 

but cooler than Fonzarelli eating fussilli 

With roots in hip-hop goin back to Whodini 

Who see me, no eyes, your style is corny like bow ties 

No fries, keep that shake for a keep sake 

As well as patened Del hysteria 

Malaria area, 88 bait for bitin MC's 

They're bitin to see, see that's like a likin disease 

My time is up, I take my mic and I leave