Del The Funky Homosapien

Star-struck MCs receive no attention
From the man whose mind is not even in this dimension
Im on another plane, sicker than the mother brain
The ultimate expression, yes indeed
Heed, my flows symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic
Never semiotic but doper than narcotics
A few a yall caught it on my first release
But now my powers increased, enhanced
Del meets the fans halfway, and slap a rapper in his chops
The temperature drops, you get pneumonia
Or maybe exposed to radiation by plutonium
Some say raps an idiom, get the A-S-R-S-P
And then a medium, the best of both worlds
Brilliantly engineered, lyrics dement your fear
Del is now in the clear, I was in prison
But now free to be everything that I envision
Abandon the plan and the uninspired
And the haters that cater to their needs agree
Its bizarre, by far anarchy no control
No soul, the whole fucking planets gonna fold
Unless we administer, since, as we enter the
Twenty-first century even your worst enemy
Gotta get it together, mentally and systematically
When niggers think Im a smart-ass, it makes em mad at me
Why, cause I try my best to eliminate ignorance
Not letting my brain burn out like cigarettes
Theres bigger threats besides thieves or your pet peeves
But whats right in your face is what nobody believes
[CHORUS]
Del, what you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton cause its tough to lead
But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you must believe
Del, what you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton cause its tough to lead
But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you must believe
X-Files
Lots of rappers today depend on imagery
I myself depend on skills and my energy
Its maddening, at every single gathering
Of young black youth its got to be some niggers badgering
Averaging out to be bout three out a G
How motherfuckers build stereotypes, cause its all they see
I take glee in the fact that Im me
Not a follower, a dollar wouldnt make me sell my soul
Del is old-school compared to your subterfuge
I got the same code of ethics Jungle Brothers use
Now every nigger wanna be crime related
Cant rhyme creative and theyre made of self-hatred
Thats why they overstep boundaries thats sacred
From the street to the corporate scene they all mean business
Self for self, phony doesnt work
Your soul holds no weight when you let the devil lurk
Fighting evildoers I been evil myself
But Im still a black man with experience, under my belt
I may be young, but my soul is old
Living in the ice ages where a niggas soul is cold
Dont give a fuck about your life or his
But if you get a gat for protection, who lives?
Comin up aint the same as pullin everybody else down
But try telling that to niggers that are spellbound
Theyll probably say that you talk too much
They gotta think too much
So just be careful who you trust
[CHORUS x2]
X-Files
Peace
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