Artist: Del the Funky h*mosapien Album: Hiero Oldies Vol. 1 Song: Captain America The Falcon: "I don't know who that cat is, or why he's got a hate on for Cap'; But I sure aim to Find out!" Villain: "So bird man! You sneak up from behind; Precisely the sort of Tactics I should have Expected from you." The Falcon: "Save the conversation, for I am not behind you now, clay Face!" Villain: "Out of my way fool! This is good enough for you! And for You..." Del Flexin' the futuristic style That will devistate minds As I find more elaborate metaphors So meditate Think for a second as I becken Abstract thoughts brought to the surface Watch as I burst this Rhyme flow I design slow moving tempos so the simple minded foes find my flows Moving at the speed of light I need a tight Sample so I can dismantle your cranium Play me dumb if you want imbecile I can pick your brain Like a grain of sand In an hour gla** when its filled To capacity Ca**idy Hop-a-long to the song that is strong I'm the ma**ive bee With a twelve foot stinger and I wring you're little wet towel Cause I'm getting foul when I'm meddled with I settle this Violence I silence MC's who continue When you know you will fail Slow snail as I salt ya Then watch ya shrivel up and sizzle cause I'm hard like Gilbralta You're bu*ter-soft so you can park it out ya little chauffeur Cause I go for the esaphogus when I choke ya Broke ya skeletin ya fail again And I'm the victa You can pick the time and the place So you can get a taste of medecin for your medulla cause I school a Ferris Beulla cuttin cla** cause your style is bu*t 'n' a**; I pa** one to A+ And I say hush child Cause your plush style Is unstable as a slush pile You ain't down with the program You snow man Me the h*mosapien is funky like your toe jam So damn enlightenin I'm frightenin allota men Open up your shutters let the sunshine in Simple Simon rhymin' on the airwaves So scare slays to the rhythm So I give 'em more than a fair trade Verbal blades Slice humans To ribbons cause they're fibbin' so you'll be a**umin' That I'm the dopest I focus on the vibes that I conjure Clean up the stains in your brain when I launder Now feast upon The thoughts like a mental plum Maybe you might learn something before I'm done Spit out the pits and hit the flows in the nose Del lets your sub-conscious be exposed Where it like a bullet proof vest upon your chest Even the best hollow tip bullet couldn't make an impression Cause this lesson Is invulnerable Never dwell on the hellish aspects Have fun until you perish Cherish your lifetime This is why I write rhymes To illuminate the ones with the tight minds Sign on the dotted line Spottin fine shelter Step to me wrong and I'mma belt ya Eye for an Eye But you're eye shouldn't cry over spilled milk Feel guilt when you know you're wrong Never sing the song like you know it better than anyone else's Cause that's selfish Learn to admit mistakes Just sit and takes a load off your back Don't this acoustic ba** on this track Pack a wallop All up in your face cause I'm the bold kid Check out the illogical styles that I molded Silly-putty syllables That still will pull uplifting The ma**es the higher plateaus of hip-hop listening Villain: "My red, white and blue foe- I have no desire to k** you, not Now, not when I can make You suffer all the more by slaying the one you call the Falcon." Captain America: "No way to reach him in time." Villain: "So watch, my friend. Watch and greive. Eh? My weapon's charge . . Exhausted??!"