Del The Funky Homosapien - LIFE & TIME lyrics

[Verse 1: Del the Funky h*mosapien aka SIR DZL] Renovate religiously, imitations ig me Simply signify on the pygmies Die hard to the kidneys Rip through rhythms like Ripley's Believe it or not, when I weave through the block Deceitful or not I'ma leave you distraught Toddlers fake, bottled drank Mind boggling walls of debate Pause and break laws and take the proper spot Our laws debate, carve and scrape Border patrol the boarderwalk borders the yo Ward the flow reflect and the ricochet Hit the core and explode No one will know, inside job, go with the flow Spin my bars invite stars ten times large Solar system can't quiet spark The revolution has me moving like A band of Nazis following the hitler Just swallowing the liquor of the situation Sicker than the spillited rap agenda Pen a verse in a hearse windows burst Cuz sh** won't surf All the way long await Wanna stay big deal pigs squeal Furthermore busters eat kids meals Del Diablo Model of most bravado Hollow tip modules Might hit your car door Bonafide, know to ride Out like a large boat Cross the seven seas more d** like refugees Insects especially, bugs hide infesting me Sended much invested but I invested in weaponry Step to me east toe Repeat to the beat slow The mantra Serve you the entree if you want some [Verse 2: Ladybug Mecca aka Santos Vierira] In the midst of this life pulse Slowly hear my light leak It's brick cold b & blinding yeah frigid peep Neta de Santos raizes em Campos Sórdida Nada for this gata Gatisima turn they destruction into pasta And ingest and spit the eloquentest Bars ain't[?] I'm hard to measure, emotional algebra Making obscure articulate Leave you like unfinished kiss Seeking again and again You been and she a fighter Set fires till the ending A pa**ion you can't fathom again And left straggling, crooked walking A flash of vertigo [Verse 3: Kool A.D.] 1990 something Kool intergalactic Backpack Richmond - slash - El Cerrito See me steelo bro Lampin' like its the Hamptons tho Swing the John McEnroe A man a plan a can*l panama That's a palindrome I don't f**in' know man I'm rapping Yo, yo, it's a talent show Still you gon' remember like the Alamo Alameda calico man yo I'm magnetizing, magnificent mindset Telepathic moving through hella traffic Style's so circular Thought it was a circle boy I serve to swerve purses And hearts from hers towards hearseless avenues Observe how these words have attitudes that speak platitudes That bang on your chest like a Jesus piece And breathe peace and gratitude, but still churchless But sh** I might still run up in a Church's Chicken With a biscuit like, "give me all your chicken and biscuits!" sh** I might cop a 3D printer and go print up a biscuit Then rob the chief of police of the city of Richmond And chief up in the station touching titties and swigging Up on firebird (thunderbird) listening to Chief Keef While watching muted youtubes of the lyre bird Who's your A&R? You outta fire yours My A&R is Amaze 88 Lauren Hell and [?] And whoever is on KMEL Plus the weather plus the salmon and crackers That I was eating and hibiscus ice teas that I was sipping Plus the laughter of children Echoing around the corner of the last evening What... the... f**? Plus the feeling of freedom I have from wheelin' and dealin' To buy the food that I'm eating Even though a lot of people are not eating And I'm seeing that and it s**s and I'm not feeling that But what can one man do? I don't know probably a lot Y'know, it's probably a lot of sh**, really, yo My name is Kool A.D And I say a lot of sh** You don't even really f**ing need to listen to all of it But some of it is nice, and this joint? This joint's hella nice Like fish on yellow rice I kick like cenobites My bitcoins hella byte My sh**, boy, hecka tight My wrist, boy, hella ice Jokes but still wreck a mic Smoke until my head is right Hustle till the lettuce ripe Cut a couple tracks until I get it right Chuckle when I run it back and it sounds like I ain't said it right But that's whatever man Kool Mike Jack, Peter Pan up in Neverland, (pause) Man I'll just never be Nas man But I'll never fall off like Adebisi's cap And I ain't even seen Oz I just listen to Clipse You ain't never heard my mix Just listen to clips So you can't tell me sh** Better cop all my sh** on the Internet And listen to them Before you try dissin' 'em Kool straight glistening Are you listening? Man, hey, it's crazy man how I straight piss on them We be to rap what key be to lock And y'all be to Ja Rule what he be to Pac And I said that line last week in another track But Ladybug's right here so you know I had to bring that s**er back Oh snap I feel like the rap Mark Zucker-black Y'all f**y 'Bergs can't f** with that And even if you could, you wouldn't Cuz you p**y