Del The Funky Homosapien - Make Your Mind Up lyrics

Take your time recline and make your mind up [A-Plus] Hieroglyphics is Gonna twist a kid's cerebellum If he lives, then I tell 'im I'll leave his head swellin' When tellin' fellas about the 5-6 Live it's me investigatin' fly chick's privates I got a plan, I got a plan, a strategy Adam be mad a G mad at me cause I got a fatter salary Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom ramen Never top, cuz you'll never stop the atom bombin Hiroshima, Nagasaki, don't copy The man*script - man, you slipped, you're sloppy Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and you're Never gonna score cause I'm sure I'm better and pure Like cannibas, and if it's possible I'll drop a new Line with the lyrics, live with the spirit And soul, I got plenty in me, eeny-meeny-miny-mo Slo-Mo, approach with yo ho, yup Cuz I'm the man and you can read it in Genesis A-D-A-M, the A-P-L-U-S One and the same, runnin the game on fly chicks Real tight, so they feel right with the 5-6 And it's like that, and that's how it is, G The skins I cross get tossed like a frisbee Search and find lines of life in my scripture Screens make me seen so the keen get the picture [Opio] Eruptions, and rusting, when I'm thrusting, cuts men Into microscopic particles, molecules, atoms Attack 'em, hack 'em, never slow, never slack I'm invincible, _________ flow is intense at fools Who know not, flow not like this wizard Ya play with it, riddle Widdle a hole in ya throat And pull out ya gizzard Trachiotomy, I slaughtta the watery-weak Ya slips, there's a slobbly geek n***as tweek when I speak, they retreat Rethink what was spoken and then repeat My feat, of inhuman capabilities, rape and pillage emcees Then I k** emcees, who have no style I file n***as down to the cuticle Who can feel my foot prints Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful Blinding, Winding, up and change-ups Rearrange punks, when I drops, kerplunk! Rip chunks, out the mic, and then digest, why test? I'm cavin' in your chest when I express Myself, extreme confusion You think you're losin' your mind Cuz my rhyme cuts holes like a nine [Tajai] Tajai, two syllables, easy With ease, we, seize thee, bu*t emcees B Cause they come wacker than Batman's sound effects I ground your text, but vertebrae wack I pound your necks Sally bone, I be prone to Rip sh**, likely (like Ley) Believe it or not, believe it I got the co*k-D Cacophony, I cap the phonies, so there is no needs for meager attempts Deceivers and pimps know I be Excel I rate 10 on that scale Bats pale the countenances Of countless knit-wits Who wished this would mish** But this sh**'s equipped with Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids Target's stuck to foes who pose muchly Fronts be phucked and Punk nuts rank us amongst thee Punks we often cross When soft men, is the image portrayed to them Spinach is no saviour when I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures Don't tempt me, shrimps be skewered on the barbie My foot is found within ya Is there any dillemma? Yo, hardly