Del The Funky Homosapien - King of Fighters lyrics

{Ladies and gentlemen, rap fans of all ages Tonight we have a literal state of pandemonium As Sir DzL, aka Joe Higashi, makes his way to the ring As you can see You can almost taste the electricity in the air, ladies and gentlemen} {The challenger had better live up to the trash He was talking at the press conference two nights ago Or it looks like he'll be leaving the ring fingerless After Higashi's signature scissor kick Oh, this is gonna be a good one, rap fans} I'm back with the tiger kick Joe Higashi, all team activist of spit swivel grip Crippling blows within editions of flows It's a gala of gargantuan proportions The greatest show in stereo The weary ol' drag you been hearin' is dead We playin' funk at the burial grounds and it's a merry ol' sound And a jolly good time when we body fools with rhymes Smell the burnin' flesh when the words of d**h Bring eternal rest or internal stress Beef or chicken, either way the meat is sickened Bacteria, we here in your kitchen Fools hearin' but they clearly don't listen Until they sittin' in a twister on they way to Oz And that's when I'mma holla at y'all 'Cause you gon' need the wizard's expertise If you expect to leave Sir Di, the midnight savior spittin' my flavor Gettin' my paper, neighbor To catch a tiger, you have to try a little harder I already commandeered you cargo Sir D-Z, the blue meanie, few see me A new species like ET I'm too pretty I can't let you hit me I'm the greatest of all time Sir DzL, King Of Fighters Bring on your bigmouths, bring on your writers They gon' be workin' overtime catchin' arthritis Bring whoever do ya hooks, bring your choirs Bring on your phony thugs, they all liars Makes no difference to Di, I'm on fire Funky with it, go ahead, touch me I'm beggin' you, come try to rush me You weak kid, soon as the beat kick You already in deep sh**, may as well eat it Put your money where your mouth is In other words, you are what you eat so bon appétit So long to competition, they can't conquer Or defeat or compete, I stomp out they teeth All 32, metaphorically with words I use Physical? I ain't finna get into that right now Keepin' on the right route, promote restraint Power in the pictures you paint Go ahead, wear your stunnas at night All the better you don't see me comin' with the right Then it's the flash of light From the Polaroid captured right In your brain, then it's beddie bye Thought you could chump me like I'm just any guy Off the street and got comfy Underestimated, now you on the other extreme And got me under investigation To see why Di ain't nothin' to play with Nathan, no leads Only thing he gon' see is me punchin' bags Beats danglin' like cuts and slabs Joggin' in place doin' rhythm repetitions That'll have you jaw fall out your face You got a mouth that's out a shape, you loud and fake Stick around and wait for me to drown you in poundin' ba** A boomin' system causin' you to listen Like you in prison Now you lay down by my feet Pray the Lord you get up in a week Sir DzL, King Of Fighters Bring on your bigmouths, bring on your writers They gon' be workin' overtime catchin' arthritis Bring whoever do ya hooks, bring your choirs Bring on your phony thugs, they all liars Makes no difference to Di, I'm on fire Funky with it, go ahead, touch me I'm beggin' you, come try to rush me Each fool tryin' to reach through Is gon' need new fingers when the guillotine sweep through Tissue and bone with a scissor kick to the dome Lifted you as if you were floatin', fight officially over And if it ain't, you gon' wish it was over As I issue a cobra clutch shuttin' your motor Sk**s down like a computer crash, takin' you to the task Rhymes ricochetin' all through your a** The movement is black Already told you it's been proven with fact How I do it like a student of rap Musically adapt to any nuisance or trap Produced by crackpots Thinkin' that they have a shot If they can just put DzL on freeze But cease I'm Joe Higashi with flow karate Wrestling gators is a old hobby Now I battle cobras and eat poison ivy sh**, jalapenos on the open highway Which hit like a meteor eatin' your established mind state How can I lose? My standards are too high For fools to view, punchin' my kneecaps With the weak raps that you so proud of not writin' down I don't care who like it Obviously style is not a part of the criteria or they not hearin' it It's disposable and holds no real substance So as soon as you step in the ring, it's self destruction Sir DzL, the championship belt you wanted I'm meltin', f** it Bottoms up, it's just a puddle in a bucket A pot of slush Yeah f** the material sh** He can't beat me He ain't got the spirit for this Plus he ugly and his mouth too big But this gon' be nationwide Publicly publicized You betta hope I knock you out So you ain't gotta go through the hostile rounds My tiger kick'll make your eyeballs flip My hurricane uppercut'll send you to Oz And while you there, you can ask the wizard If he can give you a job They call me Joe Higashi You can catch my flow on Hitachi Wide screen, you gon' see how I lean with it And roll with it Ol' n***a, they gon' be mad Oh, it's over that quick? I bought 4 tickets So I'm gonna give you the whoopin' You been sayin' I couldn't Soon as they strike the bell You gon' lose all sight and smell You already deaf 'cause your music s**s So only thing left is your sense of touch No, s**er, you lost your sense of taste long ago And I can tell at that ugly a** getup you wore to the show I'm too pretty, I can't let you hit me I'm the greatest of all time