Kool DJ E.Q. - Help Me Out lyrics

Back, Del impetuous Tempestuous Bust flows impervious Under fire like asbestos All MCs grip my testicles Let them go No, I spread your flow like metal pull Utensils such as scalpels Over your Adam's Apple To make you alto Doggin' MCs and feed 'em Alpo Your plan backfires to my satires Got your flow sittin' on flat tires My roguish rhymes rip through your lip when you bite Like a lightnin' bolt, for a volt of molten mic Hazardous to the average Volt and d**h strike To your neck right On target Bull's eye Then deflected off your neck with such velocity It's sets the hip hop hostage free In the terminal burnin' all MC's brains Accelerated agents got you walkin' on canes I'll be brief like Hanes Mundane MCs get caned to retain my title The vital organ donor To cut through the bologna My escapades let you wave through the masquerade Rain with disaster man out in your play book Cause they took The funk merged with hate And then regurgitate This concludes part of what causes murder rates to bubble Meanwhile I take the shuttle to this girls crib so we can cuddle And listen to my subtle rebu*tals to bu*thole Hook: Words and phrases I prefer to play with What occurs when I made it Is never outdated Help me out (x2) Verse 2: I stifle your mic hold your grips slips don't bet all your chips Thrown away all your tips for thinkin' That's dangerous Leave that to the big boys Sicker than Sig Freud Peep, you wanna live forever but take too many chances You with many can get a piece of Eastside Oakland folks When provokin' spoken dialects of broken English That distinguish us from y'all We cause shots at all spots on the globe And disrobe your mode of mediocrity like Socrates My Egyptian inscription's shiftin' Brain cells with sick afflictions s**as must be simpin' Hop like Lipton You'll get the microphone when I'm though if then I formed a rapport with my siblings The sort of thing that keep the crew tight Even in it's new life You think you're able to label the Hiero sound? You still haven't found a comparable variable I aim my flows they close in like smart bombs Bury ya, restricted areas Me and my playmates, we talented hip-hop paladins Paddling the charlatans Knowing what we are to them Makes us try hard to win We attend the track promptly Rappers wanna chomp me They empty I'm mega morph with mega force don't fort deceit the beat It's a treat A peak at the war on the weak Hook Verse 3: Del carelessly cavorting Over more things than tracks Your skulls perhaps Spinal taps, vinyl lapse over each other you'll discover Soon enough how tough it is to scruff them bids At auctions I'm lost in madness Lackadaisical but coming back to fade you all I don't make music for the teeny boppers The coppers and proper bourgeois Y'all can lose me Or find me but keep in mind we Underground when you get offended As you often do when you newcomers Check the rap scene for a few summers Then when it change you shift lanes But first you mergin' First you was a virgin splurgin' money on P.E Then with N.W.A But too much trouble to play Mom on your a** turn that trash down Your little brother getting' bright ideas in the background He use to war Hush Puppies Now he and his homies is dust junkies sellin' crack cross country Use to be a momma's boy Now you a grown man with no plan All alone in the land of the free and the home of the brave Free to be your own mental slave Del has to have a word with you Because you deserve to do what you want to But mistakes come back to haunt you Hook (x2) Microphones settin' off (x2)