Del The Funky Homosapien - Burnt lyrics

DEL: Mista, twista, get ya every single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow with tha gifted tounge, an encriptic rung new phases to enter the mazes-play this two times a day with the dayo day, hey, hey ho with a day light come I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers so they know and I know we all know day hey yo- day light come and me wanna go home- cool no tool, no Smith and Wesson just an oppisite so I can pop a bit of sh** on the mic when I get on the mic "pee-pee--pee-ping!" I ricochet a bit on the mic and I like it- Just like the Gulf or World War II d-e-l will say and straight slay anyone who makes advances when I make um heel peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver binito-but I ain't finished till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished. Casual I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank time for me to lay down the law: who's raw? you saw the blues and the shoes of the writer stronger than a siskel and your like a side bar artery- try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me because I'm not the g to be stepped to let loose negative bones that my rep crew I let loose negative tones so you better get flows to counter act what we've done proceed more stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son we go and step back as I wreck shop pronounced to break necks of those who won't stop artist-the one who does better they ain't found and if someone else tries to step: I knock that a** down the bigger the batter the bigger the fatter is whenever you figure this n***a is gettin his be real and don't k** my walk with your next thought and answer that your boss- cause that's when you lost keep on losing, amusing many tactics I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick and I make backs if you get caught frontin' never bought a Newport but I'm on the bu*ton. Tajai I needs no sugar crisp to get swift so what with two sylabols-it's just the positive Tajai I steals Souls that try to steal my laddin coming to your brain like I would on a sheet I respond with no distraction when I see one fatter than re-run so what's happennin'? it's not where you from, it's just how you come correct my stacks will get rough to bake get phucked enough to my men like idie midie look in the membrane enough because I am a righty fight these- you'll catch follies if you folly I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint wack sh** puritian surround like ineffectual I get um-blunt style like the heart of h*mos**uals. not for s** when you cross the intersection you're damaged get bruised knuckles and what you look for bad ones busted a few much more than two a slew of sold a** phonies, bust their cohonies try, you'll catch my Vans in your highnee that's if my bankrupt slips though I doubt how do you want to convert me in time but I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me so play them tracks- and you'll go out like beta max next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks. Opio Be deep boom- bob your head to this, mischievous soul socidle, idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme but my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening. this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow while the teapot blows steam like a kettle the hip to the hop I make up flip when I get drastic stepping with their moods but their flows are p**nographic and man with the vocal making the locals go insane the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity the one with liberated souls -control for infinity got style much slimma-kids' got a body child Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech and I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach a smidgen of religion to the fraudulant listen, pay attention I'm the master of this convention kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering just like smiley skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me and I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness plus your wondering extinguish all them myths optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like murcury nursing me I show I've got the gift. A-Plus People call me Snupe: that's because I'm living fat People call me nasty: that's because I eat the cat and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils dead never said never cause I co*k my head better dreadlock on the top of my head, never flakky if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't shake me or bake me cause Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough if you wanna spread the skins then I got alot of stuff got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it twice why step? here's a fly rep I kept my step ladder I had a fatter flow to be hittin on now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be sh**tin' on sittin on a futon... slip the larger roots on I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots on opps- I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you I could hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissue mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe looking in my garden, schylar got a lotta hoes Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go swimming dip dip dive as I'm live moving in on the top of my jock you don't stop here a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp this A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is.