[Verse 1: Tame One] Me and Del speak and spell over beats so well Yall b**h n***as [?] get f**ed like we in hotels So poof, abracadabra, presto, that's it The way we came together to put it down, its magic Lavish lyrics, hash and spirits, liquor and such With uppers and downers all around us Tell b**hes go get the dutch With Parallel Thought music added, the style is fat With nothing up my sleeves, pull the rabbits out the hat [Verse 2: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Yo, yo, D-E-L the eager crowd pleaser Let's get on with the procedure, procedure, procedure I'm not a pleasure seeker, more like a student teacher And I'll make you a believer, believer, believer With my brother Tame, gonna take over your brain Like Julius Caesar, Caesar, Caesar Far from a preacher, what preachers do you know Hang with n***as smokin' reefers? I'm the game master, Tame the game keeper Can't f** with either, or Parallel Thought neither Disbelievers get ethered