Del tha Funkee Homosapien

Del tha Funkee Homosapien - Missing Link lyrics

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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
 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...
 [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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Warner Strategic Marketing

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Released in: 2004

Language: English

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