It's D-E-L the Funkee Homosapien. to the rescue. I'm solo and threw a bolo and left two. dancers back on Soul Train. and ya know Soul Train get the phat doodie stain.
aiyyo whattup el-p?. yo whattup del-phonic?. nuthin man; i was on the bus the other day man. tryin to listen to my walkman. this motherfucker all in my face.
This is batsumon. Ikimashou!. . This is real hip hop not no phony phranchise. Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide. This is D-E-L not no phony phranchise.
(Del). I wait to see your skull vibrate. when I bury the hatchet, I hope you catch it, I'll attach it. to his focus, when I broke his head in half. Feel the wrath, on my behalf.
look out the window. look at all that bullshit going on down there in the street. whats all that shit floating out in the water. yea we gotta get out of here we gotta go to some island.
[featuring hieroglyphics]. A plus:. You don't have to worry any longer. . .. Yo wait a damn minute. Listen to the way the man spin it. Even with improper diction.
Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina. Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina. Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina. Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina. . Mistadobalina Mistabobdobalina Mistabobdobalina won't you quit.
Let the buyer beware. and prepare for the scare of 1991, yo. brothers get dumb without no remorse, yo. gas they hand and then they thrown off course, yo.
Hey, I gotta start it. MCs be carted, off. ya soft. Dinosaur Jr. will flood that's gotta warn ya. what in blazes. hey this, is phat. weigh this. I'll portray this.
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.
This is the intro. I dent foes. and bend them and upchuck. send ya outta luck phukk. that shit is nasty. I blast the mc's who try to sneak past me. I'm dastardly.
What's happening? I keep my dreadlocks in a napkin ring. Rap and sing Unlike the homogeneous clones. I'm into earth tones, birth stones and erogenous zones.
In the year three thousand and thirty. Everybody wants to be an MC. In the year three thousand and thirty. Everybody want to be a DJ. . In the year three thousand and thirty.
Who fuses the music. With no illusions. Producing the blue prints. Clueless?. Automator - defy the laws of nature. Electronic monolith throw a jam upon the disc.
Hi everybody. It's Del the Funky Homosapien,. down with Hieroglyphics. Dopest crew in the World,. coming with the new '96 shit! Check it out. . D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!").
Made in America, where ya. placed on the totem pole. I got soul. cause I'm a black man. never sellin' crack and. track the police. the facts I release.
Yo, yo, yo, check this out, man. 1 for you, 2 for me. 3 for you, 15 for me. 20 for you, now check it out. . Yo, I just won 10 grand in the Galactic. Rhyme Federation Championship, so I'm lampin' a bit.
Fun, even funner. I'm the gunner sub-machine gun. it don't seem right, that they don't get my theme right. they don't know me,. so we move forward. more words & phrases.
Okay. Chorus:. You got to know what your love is worth. Every boy you got to know what your love is worth. Every girl you got to know what your love is worth.
[featuring ice cube]. Intro: *various media samples*. 60's frat rock. Yet the economy was collapsing. And there's been a wave of minor bombings against amer....