(talking) Hi everybody. It's Del the Funky Homosapien, down Hieroglyphics Dopest crew in the World, coming with the new '96 shit! it out
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It's me, really me, not a I know some alike but when I'm around a mic cut! You know the skit Del international, with that rational style I get the, shit off my and out the compasses I'm on some you ain't around, in the town, clown! Rebound! Go get on intercom and call weakass crew so I can call protocol I give a shit, I wants to get lit ("yeah!") Split the Philly roll bitch! And it better correct and right Make po-po out of sight Or they have us locked up tonight, sike! We in the cut with the bomb available Peelt out in a trail of smoke Oaktown, where get down in more ways than one It don't till the raising sun Mentally with the rhymes that rock yo' cradle The author of fatal flows that liquidate I scoop 'em with a ladle I stay ill and Outta my mind with mics but be in before sunlight Emcees me with chains of garlic But brains are targets Then I dump off the A lot of fuss just ''cause we the best for us[?] Niggas faker with they than the Snuffleluffagus Lifts and bends, I Before I make suspend When I check that It's knowledge Mr. Del demolish ("You ain't know?") you back to the days of cornbread and collards, come on!
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Yeah! I perceive more than the average get the giggles when they find my shit is pivotal The radical, hip-hop who do what's natural Actual fact, no tact, get intercepted! Kept it away, emcees ''cause they Wouldn't what to do wit' it it don't mean you gonna catch it I slay willing backwards on the mattress At this access got yackin' I'm crackin' safes and actin' fake I got the to arrange your weight About spent every on the bomb Fuck being calm, I'm like a shell-shocked vet from So turn to Psalms, get your off my dick Before I go and make yo' ass hit the bricks I to stay on 57th the resident bussed to havin' it [?] To stay out late at night none of these niggas is Heaven-sent I'm bent, killer-Cali hit the vent I lend my voice to tracks, as the instrument A Public Service Announcement on how I house I hope your blouse fit, bitch, you fight with But if I ask you "Let's battle" you might I wax ass on Pay-Per-View and invite Tha Liks The steel-cage grudge-match there's no escape I'll peel that cap like bananas to Oh yeah! them niggas, it The masterminds behind the rhymes you claim were We lick off with rhymes like Nas and make your stain the floors At last we under the overpass
(speaking) Del: Damn, we've waiting here for hella long, since 12 Opio: I'm tellin' you, man, they don't see me on the mic I'm you All these fake ass niggas Opio: why they ain't came. heard me, man, they done heard me, man, I'm tellin' you Del: Talkin' about the freestyle masters, they'll get they ass ate Opio: And sound just like you anyway, man, we out on these fools Del: I know man, be out
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