Del The Funky Homosapien - Undisputed Champs - 1560469 lyrics

(Del) Up front, introducing my man Pep Love (Pep Love) My introduction: It's such an unbelievable pleasure For you to treasure; And much needed too Make it phat though On another plateau- You begining to begining to groove; I do it natural As we get Jazzy with cla**y sh** To make them hard a** rappers wanna blast me (buck buck) Cause I exemplify a typified mac In actin like the sh** n***a Mashin rappers with a pa**ion When I get Tip and Tribe flashion lyrics I smash your spirits Like a big disappointment But this here sh** will surprise ya Devise a plan: The pipsqueaks get tweaked Cause of the size of demand So if you wanna measure up Then press your luck Cause when I'm in the cut Man there ain't no catchin up I bet ya never heard a n***a with a bigga this flow Bigga this bro Gettin ate like a cli*oris? No I never could'a seen it- I rip a rapper's balls off To make him scream when its convenient Hear ye hear ye Clearly we're the Undisputed ones that you get mad at when you hear me Pompous comp. just barely even registered on the meter Cause we the n***as that they checkin for Me and you or, you and him Ruinin' them Doin men in When I'm cluing them in On the one (Del) Ya two... three, four (Q-Tip) Now n***as know I got lyrics out the an*l And any move that you make could be fatal The poet that shows it: And some of y'all n***as know it when ya Grab the mic and you can't recite Yo that gets me irate when ya can't debate But wait- Now ya n***as think that I'm ya runnin' mate? Naw phukk that, 'cause when I grab the baton I'm gone (zoom) All around the track like a runnin maniac (damn) You babblin your babblin son; what the phukk? Anybody here rap that doesn't go buck? But can you grab the mic and kick ill sh**? (like) Stun'em with the verbs, instead of using clips Check it: I flip styles by the dozen; I-could-even-(too fast) that I was but I wasn't You MC's are slipping into rigor mortis Give it up please And just support this; I got styles that are legendary Even in the clink Lyrically I'm like What the phukk you think? Cause I'm down with the D-E-L So what the hell? (Del) (Haha!) I never come from the temple a simple rap Cause your raps poor I'm on track I lap yours Collapse yours Elapse forever You're never gonna get better bitin' my friend But I lend a hand helping MC's yelping like puppies (Arf! Arf!) Their rhymes are simple My rhymes are roughed up Like a duffle bag Mags on my wheels squeal Peel out towards your head While others bust lead That's dead I beat your head in the resin when the pipe hits the buds in my Chamber My rhymes are never tamer Perpetrators I'ma hurt ya later/after On the path of danger I got fangs not bangs Like a b**h which I use to puncture With punctuation- And mutation Racin' like my thoughts Bust shots to scatter And my latter lets me elevate Over MC's that are hella fake My reaction to your rappin' is laughin It has been for askin they get their a** kicked Cause they're plastic I'm bringing lyrical lacerations That you're tastin Painful I mame foes Metaphorically Historically used the hip hop To make your neck pop Naw the eyes cause I kick the modern style (Modern style, haha!) (Cut:) The undisputed ones that you get mad at The undisputed ones that you get mad at The undisputed ones that you get mad at When you . . . grab the mike and you can't recite