Del The Funky Homosapien - Eye Examination lyrics

I never had real friends 'til now I never had to steal endz, 'cause that's foul I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin' secure But I try not to incite fights that's immature Actions that come back to haunt I work hard to get the things that I want, and never flaunt Never post where the most guys post high I keep my focus towards the ground, and pound Any brother who's my ace to my face Even if snakes on the unda', I try not to wonda' Trainin' my brain wit' mental anguish Strange, it's rather eerie, clearly just a whim I adjust the hymn Deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy Imprints are made in the sand as I walk Dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk Small individuals seem larger When they take charge of their antics Makin' them gigantic So you never suspect their neck bein' strained So many situated thoughts in the brain Heavy weight gain, so I weight train 'Cause to me the weight gain is a great gain And I hate sane individuals Close they nose to new aromas I got the smellin' salts that are prone ta' Clear the nasal, daze You'll probably make a raise to a new level And see the true devil Any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape Any form, any swarm Ride over your dish like a picnic I think the sick sh**, I had my wrist slit Like a suicide, but I survived and you can too Plan to live a full life free of anxieties While you're at it try to keep an eye on me The man with meditation sk**s wastin' spills Lyrical liquid, fillin' streams wit' dreams And I will cream whoever seems wicked Oral floral arrangements is strange since You don't have the comprehension I will stop and lynch them I'm not the one promotin' gun totin' 'Cause I contain within my brain these computations Just as potent The mental torturer, of course You will acknowledge me 'Cause Mr. Twister places pictures Mental fixtures of photography sh**ty little bitties never get their clitties done But I don't think they'll resist Mr. Twister when I flex my verbal techs Exit mental anorexic I don't cater to the imbecile, so you can bet this Is a brain buster, pain thruster, strain twister Overwhelming pressure between the temples When I touch the microphone, I might condone The usage of abuse if it is convenient I slant and lean it Like a lever when I leave ya mutilated By my enuciated cleaver I survived the ither and the either Now let me take a breather From my own little world, little girls, little boys Stay free of hurries, free of worries That's riddle poised for posterity Where are we, goin' from here As a ho, and I don't know And that's the biggest fear When I'm flippin' into darkness Now I'm askin' can I spark this? It's D E L, y'all From Hieroglyphics y'all Sayin' peace