Del The Funky Homosapien - Burnt (feat. The Hyrogliphics) - Remastered Version lyrics

Del: Mista, twista, get ya Every single time And I rhyme like I know So I flow With tha gifted tongue An encryptic brung New phrases into the mazes Play this Two times a day with a dayo Day, eh eh yo and the daylight 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 dayo- Day light come and me wanna go home- Cool No tool No Smith and Wesson Just an opposite So I can pop a bit Of sh** on the mic when I get on the mic "p-p-p-p-ping!" I ricochet a bit on the mic And I like it- Just like the Gulf or World War II D-E-L will C-R-U and sage anyone who Makes advances when I'm incognito gweedo Is the answer when I prance up on ya skull like a frito Finito But I ain't finished Till I let the flip side ride Till the rhythm is diminished Casual: I would if I could But I ain't cause I cain't Time for me to lay down the law Who's raw? You saw the blues from the shoes of the writer Stronger than a cisco In ya like a cider Watery- Try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me Because I'm not the G To be stepped to Kept you On ya tons As my rep grew I let through Negative foes So you better get flows to counteract what we've done Proceed one good Cause I'm armed like a sleeve son Plead dumb and step back As I rep Shop collect Respect drops In debt the next prop -artist The hardest is the one who don't pa** out If Tyson's last name were Aphone I'd knock his a** out The bigger the better The better the bigger is Whenever you figure this N*gga is gettin' his Be real and don't k** with flaws the ill cause Is answer to the gods And 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 puff a blunt'n Tajai: I needs no sugar crisp To get swift So what with two syllables exemplifies the gift Tajai I sense those that try to feel my ladders Bladders release upon your porch if you don't cease I respond with minimal 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 Respect the rough neck Is not gettin' bucked And tucked into their beds like nighty nighty Theft of the membrane None left cause I'm a righty Fight these- You'll catch vollies for your follies And mistakes I stick fakes wit shanks So no thanks Wack sh** Your attemps to rap are innaffectual Like gettin' bu*t styles Like the heart of h*mos**ual Not for s** When you rap the intersection Of damage Sandwiched knuckles And what your luck pulls Bad ones Catch one or two Rather a view A slew for soft a** phonies Bust your cronies Try me You'll catch my Vans in your hinee That's if my backgrip slips Though I doubt it Pout if you want to Convert me to filey But I seize more than them candies Nothing gets by me So play the tracks And you'll go out like "later max" Next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks Opio Ske-beep-boom Bob your head to this Mischievous Soul socidle Idle chatter never slips Off the lips Of this writer Might not be a greater innovater of the rhyme scheme My style is the visine To get your eyes opening This raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow While the teapots blow off steam like a kettle You hip to the hop I kick I trip the life fantastic Gettin' into the grooves that'll bend the phonographics The vandal with the vocals Making the locals go insane The regal rhymer speeks substinance for the brain Get frisky with the phrases as you praise this life divinity The one of liberated soul Controls for infinity Got styles by the square mile Cat's got a frightened child Hieroglyphics will uplift the rhythms for the meanwhile Articulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speech And peace to pop prophets as I piner and teach A smidgen of religion to the fraudulent Listen Pay attention I'm the master of this convention Kick the wickity wiley stylee While you sutterin' just like smilee Skippin shingles of your shattered dreams Too bad it seems you try me The wise and wordy wizard Pays a visit To your subconscience Quest to run the land Distinguish all the nonsense Optimistic, stylistic, mystic myth I'm swift like Mercury Mercy me I surely shoot the gift A-Plus People call me soup just because I'm livin' fat People call me nasty: it's because I eat the cat And I swing a bat to level heads Leaving devils dead Never said never Cause of clever heads Better dreadlocks On the top of my crop Never flaky If this was a field then Bo Jackson couldn't shake me Bake me Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough If you wanna spread the skins Then I got alot of stuff Not a bluff Not a tough guy Thinkin twice Why step? Here's a fly rep I kept my step ladder I had a fatter spliff I was hittin' on Now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be sh**tin' on Sittin on a futon... Slippin' lots of boots on I'm the type of brotha that ya have to get ya troops on Oops I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you I could hook a hoe and make her blow like I was tissue Mary had a little lamb Adam got a lot of dough Need help with your garden? Scholar got a lotta hoes Yo-I didn't mean hoes Yo I meant women If she got the pool, I got the trunks Let's go swimming Dip dip dive Cause I'm live Liver then Five or ten Of the men On 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