Del the Funky Homosapien - Press Rewind(2000)

[00:41.87] Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts
[00:44.18] I'm daffed, I battle all like I don't have it all
[00:46.43] Avant-garde, battlestar Galactica
[00:48.63] Got rhymes per capita
[00:50.08] I'm shining through the aperture
[00:51.36] But I'm not gonna bust no caps for ya
[00:53.12] That's another genre, I'm the black bomber
[00:55.57] Track charmer, sack burner
[00:57.32] Distract burdens if it ain't that urgent
[00:59.66] Nerve prints word sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar
[01:03.00] Hella clever, endeavors immeasurable
[01:04.87] With only heaven to go incredible
[01:06.83] Melodramatic wit tales from the tablet
[01:09.06] You fail 'cause you average
[01:10.56] Regardless of your sells and your status
[01:12.41] You extra baggage
[01:13.49] I bamboozle like I'm mobbin' in a land cruiser
[01:16.03] Down MacArthur, artistic archer, autistic misfit
[01:19.62] You'll get the sickness
[01:20.77] When I spit the wickedness
[01:22.02] And split cha wig like Kid Icarus
[01:23.83] Leave you headless like Icky-bod
[01:25.34] I infuriated, tick you off, stick to Pop
[01:28.23] Hip-Hop's too difficult to me, it's a cult
[01:30.49] Lyrics lacerated, slit cha throat
[01:32.09] Beat cha brain down like Piscopo with Smith Colt
[01:34.39] I don't know, Different Strokes
[01:35.56] So respect me for I whip out ol' Betsy
[01:38.46] Surgically remove you from my testes
[01:40.33] Purposely improve you just to see who the best be
[01:42.74] But sold up sexy
[01:44.04] Take a poll and know the prestige
[01:46.32] Large lefty, I automate, animate, my soul sanitation
[01:49.97] Like I gotta canvas painting manifestions
[01:52.48] Eh, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
[01:56.60] Frontin' on your fake false appearances
[01:59.34] Drive you delirious, dead serious
[02:01.30] The eeriest mic mysterious
[02:03.37] Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
[02:06.96] Frontin' on your fake false appearances
[02:09.57] Drive you delirious, dead serious
[02:11.57] The eeriest mic mysterious
[02:15.37]
[02:23.43] Go ahead, try symbiosis
[02:25.30] But most rap artist don't have any focus
[02:27.53] Think they flippin' chips, try penny brokers
[02:31.11] Kipsco or pennyloafers
[02:31.52] Get my album I'll show you how it's done
[02:33.33] Delateous, hella atrocious wit' vocals
[02:36.45] My throat holds verbal choke pose
[02:38.44] Po-po's in ya scrolls, my goals are not rifles
[02:41.41] I flow scrimmage like the Microdots
[02:43.76] You might go pop and I might grow crops
[02:46.28] Go get the gestapo, you riskin' a pot full of gold
[02:48.96] Pull a zodiac sign to halftime
[02:51.39] Reenact rhymes from a past life of a flashlight
[02:54.57] Man, you don't know the half
[02:56.45] Dash right to the phonograph
[02:57.98] Blow your balderdash
[02:59.14] Coordinates confirm, subordinates will learn
[03:01.62] My ordnance is stern so supportin' my fern
[03:04.02] Is the only way in this lonely age where you goin' crazed
[03:06.98] Your style is sold and paid for 'cause I made more
[03:09.67] Water emcees like a bayshore
[03:11.44] Bullets graze doors
[03:12.66] In Oakland where they lay law
[03:13.95] Del is going AWOL wit' napalm
[03:16.04] Eight bombs taped to my arms like the town crier
[03:19.00] Now miser, strider, spit exciter, rippin' plywood
[03:22.56] Forget beef cakin' lyrical cheapskates
[03:25.01] Try Del and win the sweepstakes
[03:26.87] What I make is so hot, it's seethin'
[03:28.53] Off the deep end, stop your breathin'
[03:30.48] Caught cha sleepin'
[03:31.41] Now you're peekin' like you've eaten
[03:32.94] A hundred microdots wreck your equinox
[03:35.12] Delete every piece of props
[03:36.61] Leave your perforated, curb your hatred
[03:38.36] Deserve your matrix in the Word Olympics
[03:40.56] Completely furnished wit' burners like Ted Turner
[03:42.85] I broadcast the classics, fabulous, fantastic
[03:45.51] Peep, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
[03:49.17] Frontin' on your fake false appearances
[03:51.72] Drive you delirious, dead serious
[03:53.79] The eeriest mic mysterious
[03:55.73] Hey, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
[03:59.32] Frontin' on your fake false appearances
[04:01.97] Drive you delirious, dead serious
[04:03.99] The eeriest mic mysterious
[04:06.70] And the survey says
[04:09.31] "Go practice or something, man"
[04:10.72] You know peace
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