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SINGER: Del The Funky Homosapien
SONG:Help Me Out
Verse 1:
Mack del impetuous Tepetuous Bust flows ? Under fire like appestos All mcs grip my testicles Let them go No i spread your flow like metal pull Utensils such as scalpels Over your adam's apple To make you alto Doggin' mcs and feed 'em alpo Your plan backfires to my satires Got your flow sittin' on flat tires My rogues rhymes rip through your lip when you bite Like a lightenin' bolt for a volt of molten mite Hazardiest to the average Volt and death strike To your neck right On target Bull's eye Then deflected off your neck with such velocity It's sets the hip hop hostage free In the terminal burnin' all mc's brains Excellerated agents got you walkin' on canes I'll be brief like hanes Mundane mcs get caned to retain my title The vital organ donor To cut through the bonona My escapes let you wave through the masquerade Rain with disaster man out in your play book Cause they took The funk merged with hate And then regurgitate This concludes part of what causes murder rates to bubble Meanwhile i take the shuttle to this girls crib so we can cuddle And listen to my subtle rebuttal the butthole
Hook: Words and phrases i prefer to play with When occurs when i made it It's never outdated Help me out (x2)
Verse 2: I stifle your mic hold your grips slips don't let all your chips Throwin' away all your tips for thinkin' That's dangerous Leave that to the big boys Sicker than sig freud Peep, you wanna live forever but take too many chances You with many can get a piece of eastside oakland folks When provokin' spoken dialects of broken english That distinguish us from y'all we Cause raps and own spots on the globe And disrobe your bony mediocrity like socrates My egyptian inscription shiftin' Brain cells with sick inflections Suckas must be simpin' Hop like lipton You'll get the microphone when i'm though if then I form a rap court with my siblings The sort of thing that keep the crew tight Even in it's new life You think you're able to label the hiero sound? You still haven't found a comparable variable I aim my flows they close in like smart bombs Bury ya restricted areas Me and my playmates we talented hip hop palatines Patteling' to sharlintons Knownin' what we are to them Makes us try hard to win We attend the track promptly Rappers wanna chomp me They empty I'm mega morph with mega force don't fort deceit the beat i I's a treat Compete at the war on the weak
Hook
Verse 3: Del carelessly convorting Over more things than tracks Your skull perhaps Spinal taps vinyl laps over each other you'll discover Oon enough how tough it is to scruff them bids At accsions i'm lost in madness Lacadazical but coming back to fade you all I don't make music for the teeny boppers the coppers and proper booshy Y'all can lose me Or find me but keep in mind we Underground when you get offended As you often do when you new comers Check the rap scene for a few summers Then when it change you shift lanes But first you mergin' First you was a virgin splurgin' money on p.e. Then with n.w.a. But too much trouble to play Mom on your ass turn that trash down Your little brother getting' bright ideas in the background He use to war hush puppies Now he and his homies is dust junkies sellin' crack cross country Use to be a momma's boy Now you a grown man with no plan All alone in the land of the free and the home of the brave Free to be your own mental slave Del has to have a word with you Because you deserve to do what you want to But mistakes come back to haunt you
Hook (x2)
Microphones settin' off (x2)
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