Del Tha Funkee Homosapien

(Chorus)
You gotta get a better view outside, get ur third eye bright inside
Through the knowledge fools get demolished, birds eye view catch all this
Birds eye view catch all this
Birds eye view catch all this
Birds eye view catch all this
Birds eye view catch all this

(Verse One)
Del, You don't need much proof
When I'm in the sound proof booth, I get loose
Your Excellency, better than the rest of emcees, best with the beat
My capacitors collapse your faders, when I come lackadaisical
That's the way to go
Smash the radio
Pass the gravy too while I behave a fool
High level virtual humanoid, leave your whole crew destroyed
When I switch to manual
Cause I don't stick to manuals
I'm back with panic filled, Manic skills
That weave the tapestry you can't capture me
On video, DVD, or camera
I mangle mice in a maniacal manner
Feed back, fry ya scanners
They wave white banners, like dandruff
Hand cuffed to tracks like a prisoner
non-visionary commentary is a listener

(Chorus)

(Verse Two)
Compelling, unpredictable, how I spit my flow
Get the dough
Buck rich or poor, I enrich my soul
I can't forget my bro's, that's unforgivable
Live as though you can play, that's when you get stripped to ya bare essence
To finally know your fates stop wastin time and try 2 share lessons
They're guessin, puzzled muzzled
By society undeniably subtle
Technology to make a space shuttle
Technology to make the earth rumble
Get a whiff, it smell like trouble
But Del likes trouble and I don't need a double
Meet it head on, let's hope it's dead on
There's a time for dancing and mind expansion
Find a balance, your mind is challenged
To get past lies and violence
Lives and silence, wiped out
Like a surfboard I dun know what hurts more
Knowin, not knowin, I can't control it
But I control my destiny
In my heart I hold it, I can't let the world get the best of me

(Chorus)

(Verse Three)
Devastating mic control, Levitating mics and flows
Infrared lyrics snipe ya dome, And I write it like a poem
Notorious like Capone, a title I have the right to own
Celebrate elevation, And try to make sense outta these statements
I'm information inflated
While emcees debatin' ratings
Critics don't buy the records
Fans do and I respect that
Del, my signature style is assembled and wild
he can do what he like it's two of me
Both sides of the brain
Watch emcees flow right down the drain
My special moves will rescue you from mediocrity and popular offerings
Operating at a high speed, You don't know yet just try me

(Chorus)

It's important to practice good hygiene
At least if you wanna run with my team
I'm bout to get into some shit that I've seen
This fool's breath, I mean so bad it'll melt your ice cream
They say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things
Sittin too close to him it burned(?) like my eyes sting
I try to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum
I was a victim of breath on him
Running his yap about what sets he from
Gotta get some gum gotta get him some
He turned it down, his teeth was brown
Excruciating for him and it was a new sensation
I had to ask the dope to pass the soap
Cuz his toe had the sniff of crustaceans
Or bathrooms in a bus station
He had a can of Olde E and some raisins
Amazing... head to toe B.O.
He didn't know, used to the fragrance
Just as the days went without bathing
He felt manly and not like a maiden
He had one dread, and fungus
Said he worked on peoples' toilets with plungers
Girls let the guy you were with the tongue ya
So guys take your cue from this num-ba(number)

(CHORUS) (x2)
You gotta wash your ass, if you must
You gotta wash your hair, if you must
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy

Now at class you need total concentration
But there's kids in the back holdin conversations
Crackin on each other, and neither were poster boys
Both of em smell like the type that soap avoids
Coast and Joy, they leave their absence
One's fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks
Brimstone, girls would never bring him home
I was laughin, then his friend raised his tone
And said, "Bud you rolled all over yourself" "yeaaa"
I know some people your ass should be submerged
Like you need to deal with water cuz you smell like a turd
Wanna cap get some courage, your feet smell lurid
Well look it up
And while you're at it, get a cup
And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle
You get our vote for most stinkiest
That nigga started thinkin of shit, said I was frail
I said he was stale
Underarms is ripe
Undergarments tight, about to leap out your holy sweats
And we holdin bets, and after this I'm gonna collect
Nigga check, yourself
Respect yourself
And wash your mothafuckin body 'fore your sweatshirt melt
Like radioactive, no lady find you attractive
The funk got you captive
You don't need a map bitch

(CHORUS) (x2)
You gotta wash your ass, if you must
You gotta wash your hair, if you must
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
Or else you'll be funkyyyyyyyy

[Del The Funky Homosapien]
Check it out
Uhhh
Del's back, go get ya life preserver
Aquaman with the flow you might get murdered
You get caught in the slipstream
When I was fifteen
I was ripping
You were shoplifting
My accent on rap is smashin'
Emcees be past tense
Didn't make the draft pick
Come get ya ass kicked
You awful
And slothful
I'm grease lightning
Hit cha with shit that's uncalled-for
Leave ya jaw broke
Tryna simulate
Gimme a break
You rhyme purely functional
Merely fills the gap
I'm a rhymin' mercenary
I'ma kill the track
My brainstorm cause a cloud burst
Bring forth a rhyme like childbirth
Style search
Tearin' out the whereabouts of lyrics
Somethin' you don't care about
I eviscerate your mental state
Into strips of steak
I'ma situate barbituates to get you baked
Your effeminate image is far from intimidating
Cause my style you're imitating
That's as sin as Satan
Your corny insubordinate rhymes are like a porno flick
Compared to Edgar Allan ya spread ya talent thin
You gotta problem with balancing
Ya equilibrium is givin' up
Ya symmetry is imagery
Your videos are pretty dull
Big budget
But my poetry you covet
Mega-destructive
You can't fuck with
I'm loony wit language
This artform is truly endangered
So I change it, never doing the same shit
I'll make a profit off of oxygen
Phenomenon wit no homonyms
Hit'em wit a sonic boom
Eradicate ya Nom De Plume
Procure of insert a word wit hypodermic earnest
And leave ya burnin' like a furnace
Poetry protagonist
Leave you havin' strict
Advocate of whatever I'm imagining
That's what's happening
Party-goers call me Yoda
I use my force with fortitude
Just sure to groove
And support my crew
Hiero
Vital
Components in the lineage
Of Hip-Hop heritage
Where we go is limitless

(Chorus)

Let's follow along with the rhyme y'all
I bet some of y'all get lost and can't find y'all
Just on a mission to let you know that I'm raw
With the Jaw Gymnastics verbals for your minds y'all

[Casual]
I'm the difference between Hanna Barbara and Hanibal the Barbarian
The metal stiletto ghetto cesarean
Word carryin' clarion
My drum kicks got blood on a steel toe
Nasty like crud on a dildo
For real though
Bram bisque gets bust and break a baller for his billfold
Better beware boy before the shoddy make ya body prostrate
Huh
Before they dope make ya eyes dilate
My rhymes'll gyrate
Irate
Liquid spills covering nine states
Liftin' crime rates
Shiftin' earth plates
Casual amongst the ranks of greats
Bitch niggas get treated and took out like dates
They lightweights
Have dat ass beggin' for another day like Nate
Your hard
Boulevard facade'll get you scared
Get cha shit served preserved
Banned, canned and jarred
And labeled as a fable
Ya unstable
My methods on the mic make money under the table
Pay-Per-View, Digital-TV, or Cable
By cell phone, via satellite, or right at cha label
Hell, you can even send an email
I rip that ass in 500K detail
Use a seasheall
In an ocean of emotion
Periless notions of my delicate delivery devotion

[Del The Funky Homsapien & Casual]
Minimal effort make are shit sound phat
Delvon
And Smash Boogie
We gets down like that
You know I grab the mic
And hit cha tit for tat
Delvon
And Smash Boogie
We gets down like that

(Chorus 2X)

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]

[Del]
D-E-L he rips microphones
D-E-L he can't leave it alone, can't leave it alone
He can't leave it alone
Ahh, D-E-L on the microphone, strike ya dome wit the hype poem
Yeah, it's the type of shit ya like to get, get wit it
Ah, such a beautiful beat I'm 'bout to destroy
For all weak MC's ahh check it check it

Back in your presence it's the pres
Dispensing these rhymes like Pez
Full color, high res
I digest is high biased, alotta MC's ride my privates and I don't like it
I'm the master in innovation, that ain't the ?reef?
Well perhaps I'll bring it center stage then so you can peep
My rap style fail safe that derail fakes
They just a pale-make of my own chromosomes
I'm a critically-acclaimed maniac that attack tracks
On wax or drum machines, for your underlings
Plus I leave performers wit an ornery, ?quarterly's?
That'll turn your crew into disorderly's
Assorted freestyles I drop at my disposal
Make you move your mojo and bounce like a pogos
In the club, they grub on tortitos from Toyo's
A pitta and soda, and everything that's owed us
Everybody's doughnuts rushin for cash
Bustin ya ass, some losin just as fast
I crash computers wit my viruses, fry your disk drive
Wit wise words, suckas get on my nerves
I'ma make you go "Hmmm", wet you like H2O
My flow refreshes, need lessons
Well we open for business if you dig this
To all the bigwigs and labels sellin you fables
Hey you, you ain't cuttin nothin, touchin my production
Wit that pre-school rap, I say fuck them

[Chorus]
Hypnotizing, magnificent mind set
Whenever I'm next, the shit you haven't tried yet
Live shit, magnetizing, peep what I'm advertising
My alliance got your third eye cryin

D-E-L he rips microphones, D-E-L he can't leave it alone
Can't leave it alone, he can't leave it alone

Del, advancing dancing over beats
Romancing microphones wit my glorious speech
No shorts like BVD, I'm next like DVD
I hit the metropolitan wit music I be modeling
Showin off, goin off, wiggin
Biggin up the town where I come up from, my humble beginnings
The neo-narrator, creative care-taker
I'm from the Five Flavors like Solar Flares on paper
Don't go fold things, let's go smoke things
Let dank or chocolate tai so we can all get high
I touch any beat wit heat I pack
Nigga, I frequent that
In my never-ending quest see you scratch
Speakin facts, we can rap
Fuck scrappin and tappin, jaws I'm crackin
Doors, open for brothers comin after me
Fuck apathy, I ain't got time to blame the world for my problems
I'm a grown fuckin man and I understand
Plus knowledge being gathered, each day make me
Speak this way, so get it
The way that I spit it, critics couldn't never call me half-witted
I'm the Riddick Bowe flowa for those in the know
My logo represents thought-processing
To keep em all guessin, wit these lyrical blessings
Class is in session, class is in session

Chorus

"You can achieve the hypnotic state
By saying those things in your mind
To yourself that is said to you on the recording
And then give yourself thirty suggestions
That will change your attitude towards crude"

[Del]
Most MC's have much to do wit nothing
I attack bigger issues, something to take with you
Time is just a measurement of life
So why waste time on the false, waste time on the mic
Waste time on the high personas, we're on the
Television tryin to get Del to listen
To that garbage and gobbledy-good
So I read a book, I prefer Manga wit Mega
My repectable rhyme styles and textures
Yes you're gettin extra
Flex your little style, I fluctuate
Too much to take in one sitting
And I stun citizens
Describing shit that we livin in
That don't make a better sense
I stick up kids who pick up bids
And murderers deserving the same thing, I'm sick of this
But meticulous wit metaphoric miracles of mind power
Praying mantis techniques that wreck beats
And pesky, prototypes that shouldn't made it off the assembly line
Much less to their distributors they're miniature
Mind states is immature and primative
Talkin 'bout all the crack they cookin up, in the crib
But you don't shock me, I see these things
Don't participate wit the heartless, I'm an artist
Who's bound to be out the roach-infested apartments

Chorus 2x *replace "Hypnotizing" w/ "Magnetizing"*

Don't cry, dry ya eyes 4x

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?

"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
mothephfuckin' 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...
"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...
"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'

(Del) Aiyyo whattup El-P?
(El) Yo whattup Del-phonic?
(Del) Nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man
tryin to listen to my Walkman
This motherf**ker all in my face
Tryin to holla at me and shit
I'm like, "Man - dude you just a offspring"
(Del)
I'm very interplanetary and vary with various experiments
Gregarious with verbals for your merriment
What El-P tell me to use, the beat di-ffuse
You lose and get played like a mood
I'm rude revolting leave you molting
No thing - compares to my compadres
We'll take it to Broadway
It's beautiful the execution flawless
You all wet, soggy groggy when you saw me
But I never tire whenever I adjust my thrust
Females blush I bring the California gold rush
Your flow sucks, your stamina can't endure
I manicure your lavender amatuer landed words
You haven't heard? Cannabis analyst
Add a twist to my manuscripts
I'l have you sent to the showers
Me and El-P, is superpowers like the US and USSR
Blow you like the Deathstar
Leave your chest scarred like Sagat
My plot proliferates, hits you like barbituates
in a twist of fate and splits your face
It's the great DelTron-Z, soundbombing
Run to mommy, I'm airin out your dirty laundry
I'm shooting then executing you're aiming from mainstream
Your brain tingles, strangles your lame jingles
Bingo I bring flows that attack like wild dingoes
Can't be pigeonholed, anything goes gringo

(El-Producto)
Here we go - up jumps the outcast, sever the connection
My mostly overconfident acquaintances pull numbers
to the anti-potients and fear that I drip sick in
And rise out of my shell to teach sick or bedridden emcees
til they fear living
Blockin the cocks that bust shots, spittin smitten bitches
til the day of the locust, kitchen cutlery cuts
DMX 16 crossfade with a strange lust
Dr. Strangelove, born in the back of the train, fameless shame
shared with acne pick brain pit
Tried to capture the moment of subtle death
Destro magnet spit - action fit into capsules
slipped in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets
Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin shit
Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them
and wonder if I f**k to the same rhyme style pattern
It's autobahn pipe bomb glass fragment shatter
to break new jacks at after parties for actin actual
Factor X into your formula for fresh thoughts
with a Megalon wingspan that bulge from the back of the text radical
Radio time tracks flatten your flattery
The tradition excuse used by biters; ambiguously homo
Knotted tights and colored underwear
that's wrapped around the brittle legs of
things without weapons - I'm grief diseased brethren
Swim in a sea of shit and malt liquor, feed on Excedrin
Radiate through tenements; emcees bleed estrogen!

Chorus: Del and El-P
Watch insanity increase
Break it up piece by piece
Never weak in the least
Think you better see a priest
(Mortality, don't battle me, it's costly
We the raw breed all of y'all is just the offspring)

(El) Yo Del kick that shit again

(Del)
Tomahawking your tom-tom club
You tried to holler at me at my show, lookin like you on drugs
You love the Del I'll thug you, bumpin Juvenile
Thinkin you in style, packin like you movin now
I move top speed, scott free with cock-D
Knock-kneed delivery that scorches you like Lockheed
Dr. Decibel, my deliverance is questionable
but as far as this session goes I'm wreckin skulls
Better check your pulse, we visionaries with this
Scarin the shit outta record labels next to fatal
Right beside homocide bonafied bewilderment
Militant diligence like I'm buildin pyramids
Peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor
Track your pager plus your celly
Piss on your Pele Pele, catch you comin out of belly
Dumbin out daily, tell me, what was your rationale
Think of matchin Del I disconect your PacTell
My mobile code words, showboat with no hope
for any rhyme you kick or any beat you load up
Leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic, skanless with anthems
Stomp your little cadence out at random

(El-Producto)
Ran-random, ran-random
El and Del-aphonic known to go off on a tantrum
Now you know..
For the backpackers, for the computer hackers
For the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers
For the derranged krylon stain makers
For the ungry hungry ass verbal brain rapists
That New York to the Bay shit!

"Go off, go off!"

(Del The Funky Homosapien - 1st Verse)
Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts
I'm daft
I battle all like I don't have it all
Avant-garde
Battlestar Galactica
Got rhymes per capita
I'm shining through the aperture
But I'm not gonna bust no caps for ya (nah)
That's another genre
I'm the black bomber
Track charmer
Sack burner
Distract burdens
If it ain't that urgent
Nerve prints
Word sentinel invisible infidel interstellar
Hella clever
Endeavors immeasurable
With only heaven to go incredible
Melodramatic wit tales from the tablet
You fail cause you average
Regardless of your sells and your status
You extra baggage
I bamboozle like I'm mobbin' in a Landcruiser
Down MacArthur
Artistic archer
Autistic misfit
You'll get the sickness
When I spit the wickedness
And split cha wig like Kid Icarus
Leave you headless like Icky-bod
I infuriated, tick you off
Stick to Pop
Hip-Hop's too dificult
To me, it's a cult
Lyrics lacerated, slit cha throat
Beat cha brain down like Piscopo with Smith & Colt
I don't know, Different Strokes
So respect me for I whip out ol' Betsy
Surgically remove you from my testes
Purposely improve you just to see who the best be
But sold up sexy
Take a poll and know the prestige
Large lefty
I automate
Animate
My soul sanitation like I gotta canvas painting
Manifestions

(Chorus)
Eh, who's ever hearin' this
Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake false appearances
"Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample)
Drive you delirious
Dead serious
The eeriest mic mysterious
Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this
Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake false appearances
"Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample)
Drive you delirious
Dead serious
The eeriest mic mysterious
(Scratching)
"Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample)

(Del The Funky Homosapien - 2nd Verse)
Go ahead, try symbiosis
But most rap artist don't have any focus
Think they flippin' chips
Try penny brokers
Kipsco or pennyloafers
Get my album I'll show you how it's done
Del-ateous
Hella atrocious wit vocals
My throat holds verbal choke pose
Po-po's in ya scrolls
My goals are not rifles
I flow scrimmage like the Micronots
You might go pop and I might grow crops
Go get the gestapo
You riskin' a pot full of gold
Pull a zodiac sign to halftime
Reenact rhymes from a past life of a flashlight
Man, you don't know the half
Dash right to the phonograph
Blow your balderdash
Coordinates confirm
Subordinates will learn
My ordnance is stern so supportin' my fern
Is the only way in this lonely age where you goin' crazed
Your style is sold and paid for cause I made more
Water emcees like a bayshore
Bullets graze doors (Where)
In Oakland where they lay law
Del is going AWOL wit napalm
Eight bombs taped to my arms like the town crier
Now miser
Strider
Spit exciter
Rippin' plywood
Forget beef cakin' lyrical cheapskates
Try Del and win the sweepstakes
What I make is so hot, it's seethin'
Off the deep end
Stop your breathin'
Caught cha sleepin'
Now you're peekin' like you've eaten
A hundred microdots wreck your equinox
Delete every piece of props
Leave your perforated
Curb your hatred
Disserve your matrix in the Word Olympics
Completely furnished wit burners like Ted Turner
I broadcast the classics
fabu-lass, fa-tastic

(Chorus)
Peep, who ever hearin' this
Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake false appearances
"Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample)
Drive you delirious
Dead serious
The eeriest mic mysterious
Hey, who ever hearin' this
Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake false appearances
"Press Rewind" (Sadat X sample)
Drive you delirious
Dead serious
The eeriest mic mysterious

(Del)
And the survey says
Go pratice or something man
You know
Peace
"Press Rewind" (Sadat X Sample)
Ah-hah

Chorus: Let me tell you about the Proto Culture
If you don't know the culture, here's the whole structure
We've had enough of the lackluster-trust us
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster
KU: Game related, raise it bit by bit
Yo D, link up the cable we'll go hit for hit
Phantasma plasma particle beam means I have ya
on the run-the rendered effects hot like magnas

Del: I play games by Capcom with a power glove strapped on O
n any platform, I don't spend my dough on Phat Farm
Video games, I got many to play
Before my life expires; fufill my desires

KU: Mastering your hardest boss
Shattering all stars across
Ain't hard to cross the finish line
Floatin' on Daytona
Wex, Gex or Kloana, we get ‘em all at cost
RPG, Platform we transform like Macross

Del: Rival schools, Batsu
Purchase you ought to
It came with one free CD, it's like I bought two
I hope they make part II for Dreamcast
‘Cause games I've seen in mags, you won't believe they have!

KU: Getting callouses turning over asteroids
Graviton bombs destroyed
Getting moms annoyed
Now I'm hacking Nightmare Creatures
Their features splattered across the screen
It gets more clean each year

Del: I remember my homie Ed Coats had the most
A Colecovision-every week I'd visit
Playing Donkey Kong Jr., Venture, Rock and Rope
Games I thought was dope
While my moms was watching soaps

KU: I'm on the next level
I got a double barrel shotgun in the Doomworld
Waiting on the next devil
Armor's low-check the arsenal
Rupture the main conductor playin Disruptor

Del: I remember Ninja Gaiden
Finished finally
With Ramone wouldn't answer the phone
This was before getting blown
I own the first Nintendo Power
With the maps of Zelda Help me conquer in an hour

Chorus: Let me tell you about the Proto Culture
If you don't know the culture, here's the whole structure
We've had enough of the lackluster-trust us
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster
(2X)

Del: Hey KU you know my SEGA collection is massive
Got all the past hits and classics
Herzog Zwei now Panzer Zwei
Originality that made me a fan today

KU: It's Pandemonium-it's like Toys R Us
Flippin the next Saturn game brings out the boys in us
It's poisonous
Taking out the boys in blue in Grand Theft Auto,
Snatch a Rolls Royce to use

Del: Yeah, I'll admit Playstation improved
Come visit Feudal Japan with me and Tenchu
Bushido Blade 2 with sword play so accurate
Mega Man Legends but I had to buy a map for it.

KU: I fence Hyo to get a Neo-Geo
For Samurai 64 in full rendered splendor
Rival counter and enter my sword in his innards
My joint was being Leonardo wuppin' on Splinter

Del: I gotta get Xenogears-that's the type of game that relieves my fears
Get it from overseas to here
I gotta get Psychic Force
Authentic arcade that I can endorse
They got me liking imports

KU: I'll need to be at the next E3,
What's the next CD I need to see
Me and D signing checks
Let's float overseas, mingle with game companies
Giving tips to Capcom and Sega-you can't front on these

Del: To anyone who knew me better
Know I chose Saturn first Cause it's 2-D heaven
Bernie Stolar dropped the ball with the RAM cartridge
X-men Vs. Streetfighter could've expanded the market

KU: Marvel Vs. Capcom-beyond fathom
Tell the truth, Playstation ain't ready to have ‘em
Come on I'll bring the onslaught
Alpha and Omega
Khaos Unique brought to you by SEGA.

Chorus: Let me tell you about the Proto culture
If you don't know the culture, here's the whole structure
We've had enough of the lackluster-trust us
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster
(2X)

Verse 1:
Del, my main brain function is gang bustin
I aim ??? scrumptious gumption despite ur assumptions
I like lumpin' up dumb cuts w/ abundance
Rhyme resevoirs that glitter like a gun bust (bloaww!)
Obnoxious to coppers and fake Hip-Hoppers
They bite my steez and try to doctor my cross-words
For the highest offer I plot the Oxford
Poetical posture that gotcha, like the shocker
Nocturnal burning herbals, playin' Turbo Graphics
Federal Reserve ur cabbage, u don't deserve to have it
Curb ur habit, a fictional farce and fairy tales
I know u very well, and rise to the top like Ariel
Periscope's up when I loc' up
Landmine logistics, the digits ain't listed
I flood cupboards w/ natural disorder
Cause when I dosha, I switch over
I sent cobras amongst ur rosebuds
No buzz, not even from 500 pounds of Folgers
Go get u a pass, u sniffin' the ass
Pay attention in class, cause if u do that
u might...

Hook:
Get it in focus
Didn't u know this
This mission is hopeless
Pitifull poets
Didn't get no wins
My signature slogans
Splittin' ya open
Hittin' the dosha...???
Better listen closer
...Focus ur mind

Bridge:
My ride quality quantum armed when gone to lunch
and u can come along w/ us
My syllables savvy; Gravity's entrapped in cabins
w/ brain ?seizures? so pack ur aspirin
Burn baby burn ur chapped and blackened like charcoal
but our soul subtracts the sacchrin
and cheesy packaging, we be trafficking the contraband
on a plantation after we break in...

Verse 2:
Nothin' can awaken, shakin' ur mind
w/ blatent basement bombshells that keep strafing
Have faith in Me and Paul
The weed I freeze the remedial and eat 'em like a Peter Paul
Beat em all fair and square, prepare for static
I'm char-is-matic, from hair to fabric
Avid aviator when I'm facin' Vader
Within' divine sacks, I leave ur mind and ur spine tapped
Face the music, embrace the true sense
of pain, when I stomp ur brain and leave shoe prints
If u hot, then I'm the coolant
I rule w/ ironclad mandibles, they trap u ???

Hook

Verse 3:
When I'm upon the track, it's a common fact, I'm bombing that
Smash it like a pomegranate, better call in management
Tandem mist of cannabis, random sniffs get u ramblin'
The ambulance will handle that, examin' facts
Ferociously, u spoke to me like u close to me
Like u folks w/ me, who u 'sposed to be?
Next thing I know u'll try to dose my weed
Toast to me, cause I broke the speed barrier
Repairin' it is arrogance on ur part
Sure start the core operation, it's hard to face him
Cuz bars away from an incarceration
I ain't into operations that ain't makin' me
Cake up cheese, give or take a G
Feel the nature's breeze on my naked knees
But for leisure, Do not disturb, I'll kick ur keister
Unleash the Beast Wars take three-fourths
When I leap forth, I resort to G Force
U better creep soft, watch where ur feet walk
Or profile meets chalk by the see-saws, retard
Coincidently, simply raw
Fill out this entry form, so we can get beyond
the nifty song u dissed me on
Now u the new contestant on my truth confessions
Teach the youth a lesson they're not used to gettin'
I got a team of writers like the King of Fighters
that never seem to 'tire
That's the reason why u gotta....

Hook (2x)

Soopa Feen he used to gleam and glow
Before he became a fiend for blow, unredeemable
I seen him go insane
Straight from cocaine, graduated to no brain
He went from Polo’s to no name
Pawned everything even his gold chain
Now his skin is dingy, he be singeing
His lips on a glass tube and pass on food
His ass all glued to the seat of his pants
Got cuts and hella puss on his feet and his hands
Completely entranced, give this nigga a face wipe
Before he meet his contact, commissioner base pipe
For new assignments, cause he said it don’t taste right
He used to cop that hop, so his face might look familiar to some
And now your boy’s plumb dumb
Running around the slums, sticking his tongue out at young females
He sees trails, he think they’re aliens
He starts bellin’ in the precinct his feet stink
They throw him in the clink, cause he 5150

He got his Garfield and Otey beach towel for his cape
And safety pin he use to clean the screen
[I was feeeen before I became a teen]
Now he’s a vigilante on Delancey
Then ran to Chancellor looking for his counselor
(His trusty sidekick Faultor!) for an ounce or a sack at least
[Well, crack the hash and peep and then it's back to sleep]
Well actually he got the master keys
More practices in the crack cave where they got a factory
Soopa Feen is skinny can slide through small areas
For quick getaways while Faultor pull the Derringer
That’s his ace, shiesty as fuck
His specialty is gafflin niggas, extorting their bucks
His best power, the invisible gank
If in your wallet there isn’t no bank
He contacts Soopa Feen with telepathy
Saying, "you need crack man, I need amphetamines"
He’s faster than a speed trip, stronger than a nigga on ‘ron
He think he a superhero, he just gone

He can’t really fly but uses a harness
To leap tall building in his undergarments
His teeth are tarnished, he was banished from Berkely
Now he’s up in North Oakland looking really perky
Never think he’s jerky, but he really is
He plays with the neighborhood kids with fizz
Coming out the sides of his mouth
Sometimes he hides in the house devises new routes
So he could be up and out if he see po po
If he stalk ya while ya jaywalking looking very awkward
He don’t stay far from the corner where they slang caine
He got the mega migrane sort of like his spider sense
That he can’t fight against
Me I’d rather light a spliff, that’s as high as I can get
But Soopa Feen is super human, he got the crystal lungs
From the planet base with cream will get you sprung
And niggas wanna beat your ass for all the shit you done
But you fight crime in your own special way
When you in the holding tank and other fiends won’t let you get your way
You never catch a case cause your slick
High beams projecting, but you’re never caught with shit

[Del The Funky Homosapien]
Check it out
It's a revolution in you head I'm boastin'
Like I read the future
My execution
Used as a stimulate to get you into it
Show you my sentiments
Mental leasing the flicks
Don't hate, Facilitate
Whenever you get the break
It's always a risk you take
Doin' a different take
Big mistake rappers make
The cake
They want it now
So they copy whose the hottest now they soundin' funny style
I know you hungry pal, me too
I need food
But I don't redo what he do
I'm lethal
Like ginseng root
Go ahead, attempt to shot
Invincible
It's flawless like a dentist' tooth
Oblivious to all this ignorance
They need to get a grip
Don't be an idiot
In a high state, I transmigrate
To a fly tat
Make you wanna get cha life straight
I'ma introduce the places that I ventured to
I get cha proof of a Hip Hop institute
It's the truth
I'm just being hospitable
Sittin' bull
The chief I seek the hidden jewels
Some just complain about the status of rap
They say it's average in fact
They wish the eighties was back
I say everything's everything
Nothin' stay the same
And yet, it is the same just given a different name
Money's all that matter to you, you sniffin' 'cane
You need to uplift you brain, forget the fame
You say you get power, if you get money
How you get those if you just a dummy

(Chorus)

Just stay on your toes man
In this world that's just how it goes man
In Oak-land, gotta get with the program
With flows I wanna control the whole land
You just gotta stay on your toes man
In this world that's just how it goes man
In Oak-land, gotta get with the program
With flows I wanna control the whole land
And keep growin'

[A-Plus]
Nowadays I hear the same crap
Complain rap is trendy not to give anybody with a name dap
When did that start
It sound childish
You went to college but I think you need some extra mileage
Underground cats disrespect who that don't listen to (Yeah!)
If you looked at my CD rack they'd (you'll) probably diss me to
That's so weak
Don't speak when a niggarole creep
Or I'm finna go deep
I heard a MC in a cipher straight lyin'
Damn the cryin', talkin' bout real Hip-Hop's dyin'
That's some dumb shit
That's what I was thinkin' (Uh-huh)
But I didn't say nothin' to him cause I knew that I been drinkin'
He must be blind as hell
Hip-Hop is alive and well
He ain't got the mind to tell
I rhyme with Del
Drink Guiness combined with Ale
Never been inclined to fail, applyin' the skill
I be tryin' to build with the close-minded
But they so blinded I get upset and they get clothes-lined
Don't hate on nobody
Stay on your toes
Even if he got platinum or gold on him
Stay on your toes
Underground to Commercial cat
Stay on your toes
I know them or I ain't heard of that
Stay on your toes
From backpacks and licorice sticks
To black macs with ammunition and clips
Man I can get with this shit
Yeah, it's all the same
Some of y'all call it game
Say it's either for the props or the fame and all the change (What!)
Use what you call your brain (Ha!)
The whole aim
Home on the range
Just stay out my lane

"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
So what? I'm invincible invisible lyrics
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!

"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

"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