Town To Town Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

They say that nice guys finish last, but I'm the leader 

Drinkin liters of Seagrams with the heathens 

Misbehave and break the buzz, fuck the shavings 

Collectin scratch for my savings before the day ends 

Cravings for music, collaborate at a rate 

Faster than the speed of sound to go thataway 

No replicas, step to us, I guess the job was left to us 

To kick the phonics that kept you buzzed 

And perkin, workin words, distributin herbs 

To niggas livin in 'burbs cause they too petro 

To come to the ghetto 

Mind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a sack 

Come back but watch 50, they try to lift me 

Off the tracks but we ain't offerin crack, just bomb 

No need for alarm or bad karma, but arm yourself 

Move in stealth, wealth is accumulated 

Pockets are aluminated 

I make the shit I think hit even though some assume you hate it 

I pass judgment when the fuzz lit, take a shit 

Just another skit comin from the pit of Babylon 

But powerful like Alvatron 

From the Decepticons 

Music is magical like a leprechaun 

Kept you on point in many different sectors 

On Elektra, make you remember Medgar Evers and James Evers 

My skills sent from the heavens 

I wish they sold Maddog at 7-11 

I remember when niggas wore Thriller jackets 

And Starter jackets and harder tactics 

Had been adopted and most of y'all mocked it 

But put a sock in it (* gagging sound *) for a minute 

I provide the funk and y'all rock with it 

As I spit it, admit it, oh shit 

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It's Del the Funky Homosapien 

Goin from town to town to town and just makin friends 

Reach out and shaking hands 

With the public and they love it 

No technical difficulties or faultiness, you salt me with 

That plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brain 

Don't need cocaine fuckin with the A 

The A-Pluster plus the A from way back in the day 

For mind expansion enhancing thoughts 

I'm raw with savagery, the majesty of all in vision 

Wait, but isn't this a good way to start? 

Developin art to cart scrill to kill Satan 

Plans for gettin Daytons are past tense 

Stack ends so I won't be a has-been (You know it) 

The question you been askin: Is Del that masked man? 

Rollin through our cities just rippin major venues 

Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston 

My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times 

I felt it was no hope, but no factors you formulate 

Made me foster hatred and made me wanna make it 

When I'm in the Bay niggas say (Del, how you doin, man?) 

I ain't no rap star that act hard, can't speak 

From my spirits 

Tyranny for all who hear of me 

Bomb in a bong, my feet in a thong 

On a beach with a biatch named Bonbon 

Called her on the Intercong, enter John Owens 

Better known as Casual to y'all not knowin 

About flowin, cause your rhymes are all stolen 

Another dip on the strip cause task force patrollin 

But rollin blunts too fat to measure 

Mexico's national treasure for pleasure 

Resurrect tracks like this from my childhood 

Before it was such a wild hood 

Knock on wood 

Photos 

My beats are meaty 

Let's call a peace treaty 

And stick to it 

I'm quick to do it, are you? 

So much funk you can't kick it with my crew 

Other than when it's time to get blue? 

(Shame on you) 

I want me a girl that's intelligent 

Doin shit and ain't too belligerent 

Picture it, chillin backyard barbecue 

Not trippin off what niggas are to you 

Jealousy, well let's see 

It's a lot of that in Oakland 

It started when niggas started smokin 

And snortin hop, fuck pop 

I want the melodies 

But not the weak topics you are selling me 

Del is free of confinements 

My mind bendin fragile and frazzled 

I choose to stay underground like Fraggles 

In battles I'm sure to win 

While you smoke bud I drink gin 

It sinks in while everyone else act on it 

I macked on it but not too far from redrum 

Don't push me, I'm not a pussy 

I wish we could gather at a function, drink some lager 

And just bust hymns of funk and flav 

Cause the slaves that are our ancestors 

Would feel blessed if we did that 

Before we hear rap 

Now it's American children syntax 

Ever since it been on wax 

And that's the facts, believe it, don't mislead it 

And don't do the shit if you don't need it 

And that's real, you might not be but I am 

The truth's gonna slap you in the face, so why scam?