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[Chorus: "Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina. . .]
Mistadobalina Mistabobdobalina Mistabobdobalina won't you quit you really make me sick with ya fraudulent behavior you're gonna make me flip and then an army couldn't save ya why don't you behave ya little rugrat take a little tip from the tabloid because I know I'm not paranoid when I say I saw ya tryin' to mock me now you and your crew are on a mission tryin' to hawk me but it isn't happenin' ya fraudulent foes you used to front big time now I suppose that everything's cool since the style of apparel you adopted you used to make fun of but now you wanna rock it so you gotta kick it with the homies but D-E-L is already hip to your cronies me and CM-PX thought about this and never have we seen a brother who could look like Mista, Mista, Mistadobalina... [Chorus] Ooooo, ooooo, mistadobalina you thought ya could manipulate you thought you could fool me Ooooo, ooooo, mistadobalina ?_____? put me on a stump and then he schooled me friends can be fraudulent just you wait and see first he was my moneygrip then he stole my honeydip mistadobalina is a serpent don't you agree the little two-tima resembles Aunt Jemima with jeans and a dirty white hoodie seems like he wouldn't be a snake or would he disguises come in all sizes and shapes notice the facade of the snakes they all catch the vapes even though last year they was GQ took a little time before the D-E-L could see through the mask all I had to do was ask ?_____? and Kwame and my man responded they would bomb a fraudulent foe with the strength of Hercules the way ya on my dick must really hurt ya knees you need to take heed and quit being such a groupie ever since I did a little show in Guadeloupee I neva saw a groupie like you but what is funny is ya wanted to be down with my crew but D-E-L is not down with any clowns or jesters so I would suggest that ya try to impress Uncle Fester dobolina because ya don't impress me dobolina the style of dress is not the key dobolina it's all in the mind and the heart so you should start by remembering ya gotta pay a fee dobolina [Chorus] |
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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 go straight through your ear to the mind listen just cause this man is white I won't dis him I'll enlist him work with the system it's a big country aint nobody's flunky be cool don't lose control cause a fool will scold someone else before himself there aint no need to be hurt proceed to be alert the seed is in the dirt when you aint got nowhere else to look you're gonna find 'em there and the time you shared time together maybe climb together but if it don't work out still don't doubt or pout it's out in the open hopin' that it aint scarin' ya this is made in America. [chorus:] "Made in America. Made where? Made in America. Made where? Made in America. Where dat at? Made in America" I'ma have it made in America paid in America bring about a raid in your area who's controllin' who? you controllon' you don't let noone tell you what to do you your own person I be thirstin' for more information to deal with the nation be forewarned the more informed you are will help you swarm the farther regions so please begin ask your elders I'm sure they'll tell ya where ya came from if ya brain's numb from wonderin' where did ya come from then ask your moms to drop the bomb just remember black is black no matter the shade just be glad that she gave birth to you it might hurt ya to but you gotta wonderful life so take it light, yo racial tensions makes ya fist tense it's a cinch when you don't get alarmed I'm strong and mighty just politely preparin' ya if ya made in America cause then they always fearin' ya need a strong foundation when ya placin' stationed in America. [Chrous] |
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Dr. Bombay, Dr. Bombay Yo, we got a patient in the front that's ahhh... suffering from an oversized gluttius maximus And she wanna know can you solve it... Verse One: Mistadobalina is a jack-ass, much like a donkey And I'ma pin the tail on the funky Has anybody seen Del? Head swelled Cause I get paid well, kickin much tail Drink me a forty as I ride my rhinoceros You don't like it? Well you gots to kiss Where the sun don't shine, something like my behind I lose a fan but I'ma be fine Dr. Feelgood, didn't think I still could Make it funky real good Take it then I looped it Make you say -- GLORYHALLASTUPID!! The Motorbooty make you shake your rump to the brand new D-Funk Take a chunk cause I'm much like a hunk to the dark skinned girls with funk in they trunk Coming from around the way It's Del better known as Dr. Bombay Chorus: Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (sing it, sing it, sing it) Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day (It's, so, funky!!) Verse Two: Large as a black woman's gluttius maximus And the question everybody's asking us "Where'd you get your funk from" A brother named George and some 151's So Let's Take It To the Stage you suckers I jam, and Mistadobalina eats smut Back in the house with the crew Hieroglyphic Now you know everything is terrific Funk in the 1990's that's ironic So grab you a sack of that chronic Down with Da Lench Mob straight from the ghetto But I'm under the sun in the meadow Me and Miss Amazon sittin on my lap Butt so big when she walk it clap Doin the hoochie coochie in the forest Y'all know who I am so girls sing the chorus Chorus: Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (Has anybody seen that...) Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day (sing it, sing it, sing it) Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (Dr. Bombay) Verse Three: Watch your watch, cause if your spouse calls Del's gonna damn sure make a house call (hello?) You peeped out my drawers on your fence I'm a dog, so you might see paw prints (woof) (Whattup Doc?) Wait, it ain't cool to jock Cause you're real far from a ballerina So ohhh ohhh, Mistadobalina Freeze, and get up off your knees Everything that Dr. Bombay say Is guaranteed to make your day So OOPS upside your head I like Club Med hangin out with the dreads And girl if you ain't got a germ I won't hesitate to pull out my Funky Worm But if you ain't down with Del funk Cancel your appointment and please get the hell on (see-ya!!) Cause I won't have fraudulent foes under my nose, if you won't eighty-six the clothes Get out the way, so I can save the day Cause I'm Dr. Bombay Chorus: Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (Peace to the Boogiemen) Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day (I hate having to wait) Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (D-E-L and Hieroglyphics, hahahahaha) Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day (Ice Cube and DJ Pooh) Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away Dr. Bombay Dr. Bombay |
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I writes rhymes for rehearsal
but first chill I gotta little story to tell ya how I almost caught a bad one add one to the list of 2,000 and 1 stupid things to do I had crew when they stepped at a party hardly even known I own a Smith & Wesson but it's resting at home in a shoe box they see crews jock so they wanna step and test the rep I got I said 'Wait a second, check inside my coat for a shank' they must be imagining that I'm money in the bank they'll get spanked cause I'm not the nigga I got bigga brothers waiting in the bushes to mush kids I talk when I wanna talk never silence violence erupts when I clown ya catch a beat down ya cause I never back away from niggas even if you gotta pistol I dare ya pull the trigga but that's suicide either you must die or I must so why bust me cause I'm guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time comin' at ya in the wrong state of mind I'm now in a hurry a pow when a flurry of bullets come speeding by I needn't die I gotta make tracks & take back my words I eat 'em cause everybody knows I didn't beat 'em... (CHORUS:) "Being in the wrong place at the wrong time" I'm out on the town I don't frown at people cause they tend to get offended and then the heat will be on my ass I got class never out of line, cause I'm standing here without a nine pistols I wish will not blast me TAZ be circlin' corners lookin' for Warners you know the Brothers me & you we didn't do shit but we get hassled because we crew & we rollin' this is my car it isn't stollen I hope you catch a slug straight in your colon when ya walkin' the beat I bet ya gotta sheet hangin' up in ya closet phuck this law shit but there is two laws to follow, you know there is laws of the city and there's laws of the ghetto I go to clubs with a smile on my face just in case niggas look & wanna whyle in the place cause of jealousy Del is me only me niggas walkin' in poppin' shit that's who the phonies be peep it one night and you'll see it it's quite clear since we all know now that's why we're (CHORUS) Damn, I hate cops! I need to bust they chops always gettin' props for the niggas they pop peep, I smoke weed get weeded cause I need it to calm my nerves before a pig get bleeded I got busted for less than a gram of hash they wanna cram my ass in the slammer that punk po-po bringin' back hash from Amsterdam is a no-no I didn't know they would catch me punk mutt fetch me stretched me out at Customs gotta bust 'em I can't call it they found it in my wallet now Customs got me and I just can't stall it I wish they would leave me alone dog lookin' at me like feed me a bone he might bite me very likely they had to strike me with a fine or time I said fine mines was 500 bones for a gram of hash my mind was blown come back to Michigan so we can pitch again federal offense now I better go & convince the judge... (CHORUS) |
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you wack m.c.'s this is a dedication to you wack m.c.'s this is a dedication to you wack m.c.'s and you're history you wack m.c.'s this is a dedication to you wack m.c.'s this is a dedication to you wack m.c.'s and you're history What a jerk! You need to find rhymes that'll work you need to desert the rhymin' field you're a nerd your rhymin yields and stops my rhymin' shield deflects your booty rhymes they expect so do decline any challenge forfeit because your shit's apparable terrible sounds like you're sharing flows with Treach let's come to grips youse a drip arrogant son of a bitch none of us is rich this is my stitch in time enriching minds and twisting backs with your simplistic raps I let a little bit of my lyrics leak and lather and my mouth like a mad dog and seek and gather your neck and bite I'm just dissecting mics and correcting tykes so don't be sassy you won't be lasting chastising that's why things swing in my favor watch your behavior (chorus) I cannot stand a wack m.c. so step back if you please and don't test me you're history I cannot stand a wack m.c. so step back if you please and don't test me you're history you're jealous overzealous, Del is spectacular in fact you are wack and far beyond dope be gone nope you gets no respect I pose a threat cuz you're wack and weak in fact you tried to freak groovy, it was used before you need to choose a more appealing sample I seal and stamp fools like mail you're quite stale you might fail and I know you're paranoid beware of void funky homosapien monkeys I will make of men take 'em into custody your style is rusty plus we hate r&b cuz that shit is sorry that shits for saps just admit your raps don't cut the mustard don't get flustered cuz ya skill is null and void and your skull is void empty senseless defenseless I rinse this plague away with typhoons and you'll die soon why swoon when you hear a ballad is what I tell a broad cuz hell the fraud he ain't have heart I used to look up now I wanna cook up your brain like base and maintain ya space cuz I don't care (chorus) I cannot stand a wack m.c. so step back if you please and don't test me you're history I cannot stand a wack m.c. so step back if you please and don't test me you're history |
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I'm chocolate like a bar but my name is not Roseanne
My skin has a pigment reminiscent of a tan I plan to grow dreads but first a nappy 'fro The longer the hair the easier to scare a foe It grows from my head til it covers up my face People look and stare when I walk into the place I grace the stage I hates the age of charletons Now I feel the time has come for me to spar with'em Startin' with a swift up kick and an uppercut (Ouch!) Plus the funky beat that moves your torso and your upper butt Then I manipulate the spectators and I drop a real rhyme for the times are a-changin' I rearrange my style like a jigsaw People jock the styles and the rhymes 'cause it is raw Walkin' through the streets of Berkley where I lurk free Brothers try to jerk me to the side and try to hurt me But perky little devils only get to levels lower than the grower of the cannibus plants and I dismantle the stance that ya take, 'cause I ache the ear canals Many try to flex my neck, but fear the child, so yep [CHORUS] "Ahonetwo, Ahonetwo, I like it Ahonewo, Ahonetwo, funky human bein'" [DEL Talking:] Damn, fools be jockin' us, you know why they jockin' us? ' Cause we got the straight ultra sound, fool. (Mind music!) We got the straight ultra sound, fool. We got the straight beat, fool. (Ha Ha!) We are the dopest, fool. (That's why all the fools at school be jockin' us) (Yo, check it, check it, check it) (Check this out). What's up Phesto, you know we the dopest...the whole universe. " The friendly, many, scopin' up horizons Keepin' eyes on the mischievious who flys on the tip like a pile of feces, I release these mad troops like Dr. Claw with the mad beats Sequence that we brings to the world like a flood I leap like a tigger and I land with a thud Collasal, causin' earthquakes and the earth shakes constant Kicks more ass than Charles Bronson I pounce like a cat 'cause I think I'm all that When it comes to the drums, when I see how y'all act The H to the I, oh my, oh man, it slams I never came candied like the yams Sambo, stands low, never to my lattitude Never was a nigga and I never had an attitude Never actin' mad at you unless you try to front on the D-E like you didn't know the day of the month Once they get a whiff of the shit, you know it's funky Please keep up your gall 'cause I'ma ball them fools who hunt me Act like you do, or rather act like you know Del, Souls of Mischief, Extra Pro, down with Hiero (Hierogliphics in the house) It's like that y'all (It's like that y'all, ya don't stop Check it out y'all, ya don't stop Check it out, yo, ya don't stop Hierogliphics in the house, ya don't stop Souls of Mischief in the house, ya don't stop Extra Prolific in the house, ya don't stop T-L-E is in the house, you don't stop Morris J's in the house, ya don't stop |
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People have a memory loss they don't remember I'm the boss You're claustraphobic when I close it In on your men and your faculty you wack'll be Out my face you must be basin' if you think That you could tackle the triumphant I pump it The volume increase as you mices get sliced to pieces Please listen to my album even if you're white like talcum And I paid t'getcha stay here Tuned with my tune and I presume if you see doom designated To anyone who stated, a word against me I serve an mc, simply Put like my foots up your anus, ya shame us Tryin' to get over, I'ma go for mine You know the time now they are older I'm gonna rip nigga's heads with the said salutations Introducing Del and his bid for boosting tails Of my adventures, attempt to try And you will limp or die, whichever I choose, you lose Crews get ashamed cause we blame them for bitin' You might win if you start writing, and stop fighting No time for games, I'll rearrange my vocals In your headphones, I hold til I get a answer Acknowledge and abolish all the wack records Hieroglyphics, you know, repect 'em Chorus: [repeat 2X] Who caught the harm, you bought the farm If you're friend, there's no need for alarm Verse Two: I get juice when I let loose a little of my cleverness Up under my follicles with no mousse Choose your weapon, you kept steppin' You're swept in a hurricane, Del will blow your brain So your next generations of youth will be facin' the truth And the truth is I'll leave you with the loose tooth Gums get split if you bit, I'll extract the truth Out your ass like I'm standin' in the pulpit Or a lie dectector wrecked ya sector when you're standing I can swing, branding, expanding, on what I'm handing To the people, cause we will And you can't say a damn thing about it, if you doubt it You're already outta line, so let me remind your behind About the switch which I used to bruise your bottom That little nigga tried to cut, I caught him He didn't think that I would see that So be that, and be off the D cuz we rap We sap the strength and wrap the length Around the whole course of time And still got the time to unwind Chorus Verse Three: Weak MC's make me hurl, earl is your world is crushed Because I gotta make you hush You gotta be eliminated, the way I demonstrated You hate it, but still I am the greatest Like a boxer, I'ma knock your socks off Nowhere to run to, exits are blocked off Steadily I'm dissin' men, I hope you're listenin' Brothas like my flow, others ride my jock like a bicycle But I'm psycho, fools try to play me like Tyco, gotsta pull the rifle Daisy, graze the ass with the BB It comes speedy, sign the peace treaty Or you'll be needin', medical attention When I leave you bleedin' Throw a monkey wrench in your program Crammed up your ass, and it's just too bad, son Catch a bad one Chorus |
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It seems nowadays friends step to me bogus
and end up on my couch at night without notice it's cool to have a friend over every now and then but I gotta have my space and I don't wanna see their face like every single day of the week talk is cheap you betta find yourself another place to sleep it ain't my fault that ya moms got fed up and now you wanna come to my crib and wet my bed up you better find a job so you can get an apartment and you can save your crocodile tears don't even start with the sob stories I got enough from the other seven brothas in the den playin' Genesis damn I can't win at this seems like I'm gonna have to flip and tell those other brothas that they're gonna have to skip I've had it up to here with these lazy cats sleepin' on my couch and I'm tired of that (Chorus) People come to my house and kinda wonder where the squadron's at they're not gone they're just down at the laundrymat because they wear the same pairs of clothing I'm taking up crazy patience just holding my temper I'm about to start charging rent for every single brother that kicked it with my mother eating biscuits on Saturday morning like a family the minute they step it's like moms is crazy mad at me 'cause they're in my mother's room watching television I feel like giving 'em the boot and say the hell with 'em but if I give 'em the boot I'm not a friend though even though my room smells like dime bags of indo but I can't pretend like I haven't been peepin' it even mom knows that my brothas been sleepin' on my couch for weeks so your speeches fall flat sleepin' on my couch and I'm tired of that (Chorus) Maybe this was just my upbringing perhaps but I was taught that I shouldn't take seven day naps at other brothas' cribs like I don't have a home brothas on my couch so much there's like foam coming out the seams and a pair of jeans is missing from my closet I wonder why I even bother being friendly they're running my ass like the Indy 5000 they went and wrinkled my mother's blouse when they snuck downstairs for a midnight snack and ate the last slice of bread and a box of apple jacks then they hit the sack with the stereo blastin' and even little Tyson is fed up so I'm askin' you all to jet before I get upset and throw each and every one of you bums out on your back my house is a mess so step ya little pest who was sleepin' on my couch 'cause I'm tired of that (Chorus) |
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I never had real friends 'til now
I never had to steal endz 'cause that's foul I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin' secure but I try not to incite fights that's immature actions that come back to haunt I work hard to get the things that I want and never flaunt never post where the most guys post high I keep my focus towards the ground and pound any brother who's my ace to my face even if snakes on the unda' I try not to wonda' trainin' my brain wit' mental anguish strange, it's rather eerie clearly just a whim I adjust the hymn deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy imprints are made in the sand as I walk dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk small individuals seem larger when they take charge of their antics makin' them gigantic so you never suspect their neck bein' strained so many situated thoughts in the brain heavy weight gain so I weight train 'cause to me the weight gain is a great gain and I hate sane individuals close they nose to new aromas I got the smellin' salts that are prone ta' clear the nasal, daze you'll probably make a raise to a new level and see the true devil any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape, any form any swarm ride over your dish like a picnic I think the sick shit I had my wrist slit like a suicide but I survived and you can too plan to live a full life free of anxieties while you're at it try to keep an eye on me [BRIDGE] The man with meditation skills wastin' spills, lyrical liquid fillin' streams wit' dreams and I will cream whoever seems wicked oral floral arrangements is strange since you don't have the comprehension I will stop and lynch them I'm not the one promotin' gun totin' 'cause I contain within my brain these computations just as potent the mental torturer of course you will acknowledge me 'cause Mr. Twister places pictures, mental fixtures of photography shitty little bitties never get their clitties done, but I don't think they'll resist Mr. Twister when I flex my verbal techs. exit mental anorexic I don't cater to the imbecile so you can bet this is a brain buster pain thruster strain twister overwhelming pressure between the temples when I touch the microphone I might condone the usage of abuse if it is convenient I slant and lean it like a lever when I leave ya mutilated by my enuciated cleaver I survived the ither and the either now let me take a breather (PAUSE) From my own little world, little girls, little boys stay free of hurries free of worries that's riddle poised for posterity where are we goin' from here as a ho and I don't know and that's the biggest feeaaar when I'm flippin' into daaarknesss now I'm askin' can I spark this? It's D-E-L y'all from Hieroglyphics y'all sayin' peeeeace. . |
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Mista twista get ya every single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow with tha gifted tounge an encriptic rung new phases to enter the mazes play this two times a day with the dayo day hey hey ho with a day light come I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers so they know and I know we all know day hey yo day light come and me wanna go home- cool no tool, no Smith and Wesson just an oppisite so I can pop a bit of shit on the mic when I get on the mic "pee-pee--pee-ping!" I ricochet a bit on the mic and I like it- Just like the Gulf or World War II d-e-l will say and straight slay anyone who makes advances when I make um heel peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver binito-but I ain't finished till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished. Casual I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank time for me to lay down the law: who's raw? you saw the blues and the shoes of the writer stronger than a siskel and your like a side bar artery- try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me because I'm not the g to be stepped to let loose negative bones that my rep crew I let loose negative tones so you better get flows to counter act what we've done proceed more stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son we go and step back as I wreck shop pronounced to break necks of those who won't stop artist-the one who does better they ain't found and if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass down the bigger the batter the bigger the fatter is whenever you figure this nigga is gettin his be real and don't kill my walk with your next thought and answer that your boss- cause that's when you lost keep on losing, amusing many tactics I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick and I make backs if you get caught frontin' never bought a Newport but I'm on the button. Tajai I needs no sugar crisp to get swift so what with two sylabols-it's just the positive Tajai I steals Souls that try to steal my laddin coming to your brain like I would on a sheet I respond with no distraction when I see one fatter than re-run so what's happennin'? it's not where you from, it's just how you come correct my stacks will get rough to bake get phucked enough to my men like idie midie look in the membrane enough because I am a righty fight these- you'll catch follies if you folly I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint wack shit puritian surround like ineffectual I get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals. not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged get bruised knuckles and what you look for bad ones busted a few much more than two a slew of sold ass phonies, bust their cohonies try, you'll catch my Vans in your highnee that's if my bankrupt slips though I doubt how do you want to convert me in time but I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me so play them tracks- and you'll go out like beta max next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks. Opio Be deep boom- bob your head to this, mischievous soul socidle, idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme but my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening. this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow while the teapot blows steam like a kettle the hip to the hop I make up flip when I get drastic stepping with their moods but their flows are pornographic and man with the vocal making the locals go insane the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity the one with liberated souls -control for infinity got style much slimma-kids' got a body child Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech and I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach a smidgen of religion to the fraudulant listen, pay attention I'm the master of this convention kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering just like smiley skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me and I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness plus your wondering extinguish all them myths optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like murcury nursing me I show I've got the gift. A-Plus People call me Snupe: that's because I'm living fat People call me nasty: that's because I eat the cat and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils dead never said never cause I cock my head better dreadlock on the top of my head, never flakky if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't shake me or bake me cause Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough if you wanna spread the skins then I got alot of stuff got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it twice why step? here's a fly rep I kept my step ladder I had a fatter flow to be hittin on now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on sittin on a futon... slip the larger roots on I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots on opps- I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you I could hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissue mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe looking in my garden, schylar got a lotta hoes Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go swimming dip dip dive as I'm live moving in on the top of my jock you don't stop here a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp this A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is |
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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 photographs, so the last laugh is mine, you're behind for the mind, and for the soul that's how I roll now I hold the mic, with my life depended on it I'm doin' ya bond it my non gets warts it and I'm apart from wackness I'm separated did you like how I spiked the ball despite ya all you could come bite a small portion there's more in the vault halt, have a malt I alta your brain patterens yet it's my fault I sustain phatter blends of words heard, stampede damn he the speech with two teach? (CHORUS:) "Just me, no simile, never flow simpily, cause it was meant to be, the truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth, propelling with the proof, in the puddin', wouldn't you like to know? Oh, no you didn't, my flows never quittin', and that's the truth, the mothephf**kin' truth my man." I'm on the scrimmage waitin' for you phucking imitations and I'm not descriminating myself, when I'm making my wealth pure facts it's hard for me to endure wack MCs I lay my tracks with ease I'm tellin' you that Del is truth appelin' through your arteries you scar your knees bowing, praising, now when I phase in like Kitty Pride city wide confer to kick the rumor him admit he lies the truth will set you free when I upset MCs execute MCs I do my best to mute MCs all it takes is intelligence I'm great with embellishments they need a savior so Del is sent... (CHORUS:) "Yeah, the truth, the truth, the nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth, propelling with the proof, in the puudin', wouldn't you like to know?, Oh, no you didn't, my flow is never quittin', and that's the truth, the motherphucking truth my man, the truth, the motherphucking truth, I'll punch you in your tooth, ass drop the roof, bitch..." You know my attributes so don't act cute it's moot a closed casket the most massive fluff, just me no simile never flow simpily cause it was meant to be never concluded sever your crew with microlazer surgery, I get Adam split up like atoms like the Molecule Man now all of you stand like a congregation on the basement titric hip-hop not carin' sharin' tearin' Jones here in clones wearin' bones skeletons, your plasma is like gelatin and tell a friend who's developin' cause Del's intelligent... (CHORUS:) "Yeah, my lyrical technique, will make ya body freak, my lyrical technique, will make ya body tweak, my lyrical technique, will make ya body seek, the beaning, double-teaming, on your motherphuckin' brain. Yeah, see that hoe, too, yeah, bitch phuck it...slammin'." |
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Up front, introducing my man Pep Love (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 In actin like the shit nigga Mashin rappers with a passion When I get Tip and Tribe flashion lyrics 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. 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 on the meter 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, 'cause 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-(too fast) 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? (Del) (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!) (Cut:) 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 |
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Intro: *various media samples* 60's Frat Rock Yet the economy was collapsing And there's been a wave of minor bombings against Amer... Gang violence is escalating in such a manner I think the The mere violence itself has become part of of the gang life Part of the thrill (Yeah!) Verse One: Del Thieves in the night stick you in the alleyway They might cause fright, they stick you up for Bally suede shoes and in the news, and even on Geraldo You can choose who will lose a pair of shoes (Yup!) word The ones with the Reebok Pumps get their rumps rearranged for their change now their down in the dumps (Yup) You sprint two yards, to sport em on the first day of school and like a fool, you went out like the worst way They pulled out a tool, and asked you to remove them quickly, I told em not to do it and they hit me (What?) in the mouth with the nine, I thought they was like kinfolk (punk) I never thought crime would elevate up to Twin Oaks what but hey, everybody is a victim Hoodz come in dozens, the magic word is (stick em) When they spot you and they got you and you can't deal with em All because you spent two G's on your Boomin System Loud enough for the whole block to hear But now they caught you at the light and you're drownin in your tears (Punk you better raise your ass up out this car) (Come off the car punk 'fore your ass gets blast) And never was your fault that your shit was expensive You shoulda bought a vault, and now I gotta mention that Hoodz come in dozens, read it in the papers Seems like everyone caught a little vapors You can't escape em, so don't even plan it Gangsta Boogie fever has taken over planet Earth Now your life is worth a pair of Jordan's? Now I wear Vans and my fans think I'm poor When I walk down the block, with money in my sock and shoe I hate you Mista Gangsta, cause everyone is mocking you Now I can't get no rest because your pests keep killing little children like their speakers are worth a million Plus, it really is a bummer Someone tried to get me for a coat last summer (Your coat, check it in punk, hahah!) Damn Hoodz come in dozens so watch your back cause they all on the attack and you'll never know when they'll show up, but when they do You better throw up your hands like a fan and surrender Nigga don't be a pretender You ain't the Hulk G Give up the cash and all the big bulky jewelry (All of it) *In what, daylight?* That's the plan kid They don't even care if it's Candid Because passerbys mind they own beeswax So they like steppin to you like yo I'll take these blacks Give up your cash and your jewels without a argumnet Otherwise you'll catch one between the eyes (bang!) Don't play hero, cause hero plus a bullet equals zero Give up your dough and cheerio old chap You didn't get a cap busted in your temple See, it's just that simple Remember that hoodz come in dozens (You're god damn right) Hoodz come in dozens (like thieves in the night) Hoodz come in dozens (punks runnin out of sight) (So gimme them motherfuckin Nike's) |
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[Chorus: "Mistadobalina Mr. Bob Dobalina. . .]
Mistadobalina Mistabobdobalina Mistabobdobalina won't you quit you really make me sick with ya fraudulent behavior you're gonna make me flip and then an army couldn't save ya why don't you behave ya little rugrat take a little tip from the tabloid because I know I'm not paranoid when I say I saw ya tryin' to mock me now you and your crew are on a mission tryin' to hawk me but it isn't happenin' ya fraudulent foes you used to front big time now I suppose that everything's cool since the style of apparel you adopted you used to make fun of but now you wanna rock it so you gotta kick it with the homies but D-E-L is already hip to your cronies me and CM-PX thought about this and never have we seen a brother who could look like Mista, Mista, Mistadobalina... [Chorus] Ooooo, ooooo, mistadobalina you thought ya could manipulate you thought you could fool me Ooooo, ooooo, mistadobalina ?_____? put me on a stump and then he schooled me friends can be fraudulent just you wait and see first he was my moneygrip then he stole my honeydip mistadobalina is a serpent don't you agree the little two-tima resembles Aunt Jemima with jeans and a dirty white hoodie seems like he wouldn't be a snake or would he disguises come in all sizes and shapes notice the facade of the snakes they all catch the vapes even though last year they was GQ took a little time before the D-E-L could see through the mask all I had to do was ask ?_____? and Kwame and my man responded they would bomb a fraudulent foe with the strength of Hercules the way ya on my dick must really hurt ya knees you need to take heed and quit being such a groupie ever since I did a little show in Guadeloupee I neva saw a groupie like you but what is funny is ya wanted to be down with my crew but D-E-L is not down with any clowns or jesters so I would suggest that ya try to impress Uncle Fester dobolina because ya don't impress me dobolina the style of dress is not the key dobolina it's all in the mind and the heart so you should start by remembering ya gotta pay a fee dobolina [Chorus] |
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I'm chocolate like a bar but my name is not Roseanne
My skin has a pigment reminiscent of a tan I plan to grow dreads but first a nappy 'fro The longer the hair the easier to scare a foe It grows from my head til it covers up my face People look and stare when I walk into the place I grace the stage I hates the age of charletons Now I feel the time has come for me to spar with'em Startin' with a swift up kick and an uppercut (Ouch!) Plus the funky beat that moves your torso and your upper butt Then I manipulate the spectators and I drop a real rhyme for the times are a-changin' I rearrange my style like a jigsaw People jock the styles and the rhymes 'cause it is raw Walkin' through the streets of Berkley where I lurk free Brothers try to jerk me to the side and try to hurt me But perky little devils only get to levels lower than the grower of the cannibus plants and I dismantle the stance that ya take, 'cause I ache the ear canals Many try to flex my neck, but fear the child, so yep [CHORUS] "Ahonetwo, Ahonetwo, I like it Ahonewo, Ahonetwo, funky human bein'" [DEL Talking:] Damn, fools be jockin' us, you know why they jockin' us? ' Cause we got the straight ultra sound, fool. (Mind music!) We got the straight ultra sound, fool. We got the straight beat, fool. (Ha Ha!) We are the dopest, fool. (That's why all the fools at school be jockin' us) (Yo, check it, check it, check it) (Check this out). What's up Phesto, you know we the dopest...the whole universe. " The friendly, many, scopin' up horizons Keepin' eyes on the mischievious who flys on the tip like a pile of feces, I release these mad troops like Dr. Claw with the mad beats Sequence that we brings to the world like a flood I leap like a tigger and I land with a thud Collasal, causin' earthquakes and the earth shakes constant Kicks more ass than Charles Bronson I pounce like a cat 'cause I think I'm all that When it comes to the drums, when I see how y'all act The H to the I, oh my, oh man, it slams I never came candied like the yams Sambo, stands low, never to my lattitude Never was a nigga and I never had an attitude Never actin' mad at you unless you try to front on the D-E like you didn't know the day of the month Once they get a whiff of the shit, you know it's funky Please keep up your gall 'cause I'ma ball them fools who hunt me Act like you do, or rather act like you know Del, Souls of Mischief, Extra Pro, down with Hiero (Hierogliphics in the house) It's like that y'all (It's like that y'all, ya don't stop Check it out y'all, ya don't stop Check it out, yo, ya don't stop Hierogliphics in the house, ya don't stop Souls of Mischief in the house, ya don't stop Extra Prolific in the house, ya don't stop T-L-E is in the house, you don't stop Morris J's in the house, ya don't stop |
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Yo we got a patient in the front that's ahhh... suffering from an oversized gluttius maximus And she wanna know can you solve it... Verse One: Mistadobalina is a jack ass much like a donkey And I'ma pin the tail on the funky Has anybody seen Del? Head swelled Cause I get paid well kickin much tail Drink me a forty as I ride my rhinoceros You don't like it? Well you gots to kiss Where the sun don't shine, something like my behind I lose a fan but I'ma be fine Dr. Feelgood, didn't think I still could Make it funky real good Take it then I looped it Make you say -- GLORYHALLASTUPID!! The Motorbooty make you shake your rump to the brand new D-Funk Take a chunk cause I'm much like a hunk to the dark skinned girls with funk in they trunk Coming from around the way It's Del better known as Dr. Bombay Chorus: Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (sing it, sing it, sing it) Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day (It's, so, funky!!) Verse Two: Large as a black woman's gluttius maximus And the question everybody's asking us "Where'd you get your funk from" A brother named George and some 151's So Let's Take It To the Stage you suckers I jam, and Mistadobalina eats smut Back in the house with the crew Hieroglyphic Now you know everything is terrific Funk in the 1990's that's ironic So grab you a sack of that chronic Down with Da Lench Mob straight from the ghetto But I'm under the sun in the meadow Me and Miss Amazon sittin on my lap Butt so big when she walk it clap Doin the hoochie coochie in the forest Y'all know who I am so girls sing the chorus Chorus: Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (Has anybody seen that...) Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day (sing it, sing it, sing it) Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (Dr. Bombay) Verse Three: Watch your watch, cause if your spouse calls Del's gonna damn sure make a house call (hello?) You peeped out my drawers on your fence I'm a dog, so you might see paw prints (woof) (Whattup Doc?) Wait, it ain't cool to jock Cause you're real far from a ballerina So ohhh ohhh, Mistadobalina Freeze, and get up off your knees Everything that Dr. Bombay say Is guaranteed to make your day So OOPS upside your head I like Club Med hangin out with the dreads And girl if you ain't got a germ I won't hesitate to pull out my Funky Worm But if you ain't down with Del funk Cancel your appointment and please get the hell on (see-ya!!) Cause I won't have fraudulent foes under my nose, if you won't eighty-six the clothes Get out the way, so I can save the day Cause I'm Dr. Bombay Chorus: Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (Peace to the Boogiemen) Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day (I hate having to wait) Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away (D-E-L and Hieroglyphics, hahahahaha) Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away Dr. Bombay Could you find time and could you stay Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day (Ice Cube and DJ Pooh) Dr. Bombay He don't stop and he don't play Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away Dr. Bombay Dr. Bombay |
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