[ VERSE 1 ]

They say that nice guys finish last, but I'm the leader

Drinkin liters of Seagrams with the heathens

Misbehave and break the buzz, fuck the shavings

Collectin scratch for my savings before the day ends

Cravings for music, collaborate at a rate

Faster than the speed of sound to go thataway

No replicas, step to us, I guess the job was left to us

To kick the phonics that kept you buzzed

And perkin, workin words, distributin herbs

To niggas livin in 'burbs cause they too petro

To come to the ghetto

Mind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a sack

Come back but watch 50, they try to lift me

Off the tracks but we ain't offerin crack, just bomb

No need for alarm or bad karma, but arm yourself

Move in stealth, wealth is accumulated

Pockets are aluminated

I make the shit I think hit even though some assume you hate it

I pass judgment when the fuzz lit, take a shit

Just another skit comin from the pit of Babylon

But powerful like Alvatron

From the Decepticons

Music is magical like a leprechaun

Kept you on point in many different sectors

On Elektra, make you remember Medgar Evers and James Evers

My skills sent from the heavens

I wish they sold Maddog at 7-11

I remember when niggas wore Thriller jackets

And Starter jackets and harder tactics

Had been adopted and most of y'all mocked it

But put a sock in it (* gagging sound *) for a minute

I provide the funk and y'all rock with it

As I spit it, admit it, oh shit



[ CHORUS ]

It's Del the Funky Homosapien

Goin from town to town to town and just makin friends

Reach out and shaking hands

With the public and they love it



[ VERSE 2 ]

No technical difficulties or faultiness, you salt me with

That plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brain

Don't need cocaine fuckin with the A

The A-Pluster plus the A from way back in the day

For mind expansion enhancing thoughts

I'm raw with savagery, the majesty of all in vision

Wait, but isn't this a good way to start?

Developin art to cart scrill to kill Satan

Plans for gettin Daytons are past tense

Stack ends so I won't be a has-been (You know it)

The question you been askin: Is Del that masked man?

Rollin through our cities just rippin major venues

Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston

My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times

I felt it was no hope, but no factors you formulate

Made me foster hatred and made me wanna make it

When I'm in the Bay niggas say (Del, how you doin, man?)

I ain't no rap star that act hard, can't speak

I leak lyrics, freak lyrics, secrete lyrics

From my spirits

Tyranny for all who hear of me

Bomb in a bong, my feet in a thong

On a beach with a biatch named Bonbon

Called her on the Intercong, enter John Owens

Better known as Casual to y'all not knowin

About flowin, cause your rhymes are all stolen

Another dip on the strip cause task force patrollin

But rollin blunts too fat to measure

Mexico's national treasure for pleasure

Resurrect tracks like this from my childhood

Before it was such a wild hood

Knock on wood



[ CHORUS ]



[ VERSE 3 ]

My beats are meaty

Let's call a peace treaty

And stick to it

I'm quick to do it, are you?

So much funk you can't kick it with my crew

Other than when it's time to get blue?

(Shame on you)

I want me a girl that's intelligent

Doin shit and ain't too belligerent

Picture it, chillin backyard barbecue

Not trippin off what niggas are to you

Jealousy, well let's see

It's a lot of that in Oakland

It started when niggas started smokin

And snortin hop, fuck pop

I want the melodies

But not the weak topics you are selling me

Del is free of confinements

My mind bendin fragile and frazzled

I choose to stay underground like Fraggles

In battles I'm sure to win

While you smoke bud I drink gin

It sinks in while everyone else act on it

I macked on it but not too far from redrum

Don't push me, I'm not a pussy

I wish we could gather at a function, drink some lager

And just bust hymns of funk and flav

Cause the slaves that are our ancestors

Would feel blessed if we did that

Before we hear rap

Now it's American children syntax

Ever since it been on wax

And that's the facts, believe it, don't mislead it

And don't do the shit if you don't need it

And that's real, you might not be but I am

The truth's gonna slap you in the face, so why scam?



[ CHORUS ]