Parallel Thought - Special lyrics

[Verse 1: Tame One] I'm finding it funny how dudes got their whole bounce from me But the only ones they getting from rapping is brown money Many a penny still ain't enough dollars to holler So try harder, you can't profit off it? Then why bother? Imma be ballin' probably calling your main squeezy To come and see me, completely enthralled by Tame weezy As easy as I could tap her I wonder how many other rappers done had her And got a blow job after, not that it matters Better than B.I., from North New Jersey C-I-T-Y I just handle my b.i., work and murk And you see why dudes is acting like Tame two's And crews is on it, I do a performance Next day YouTube is showing it You get a pat on your back with a [?] While my purple bud got me Blowing golden rings for turtle doves I never heard of you scrubs I drop the top on you convertible thugs My buzz in the Bricks doubles every time I get into trouble You hardly [?] coming up shorter than Barney Rubble [Verse 2: Del the Funky h*mosapien] From my observation I'm agitated The way that n***as say that they stunting But the only weight they pushing Is their waist and their stomach Souped off juice like Bishop and wishing for riches It's so suspicious, without ambition it's superstition Your b**h fishin', tricking on n***as with more riches The hoe's senseless, and have no interest to D-Z-L NFL, n***as for life, citizens who spy (got you) Your b**h licking for ice, pitiful life But I maneuver and swerve in Oakland, Cali Between eight [?] and the burbs Where they knew I was fluent with words Stupid thorough without effort, sparking trends Your friends bite it, I get in the cypher Within minutes they rapping like him (stop it) You get the thizz face, big mistake As I demonstrate my flow is to dynamic for you to imitate You simians just simulate, you [?] hard But them hollows will penetrate That's why I'm reclusive, in the Bay producing You never knew it, Chyeah [Hook: Del the Funky h*mosapien & Tame One] I bet you think you special but f-you nephew, you not In these rough streets, I got enough beats to get you shot It's nothin', It's nothin' I bet you think you special but f-you nephew, you not In these rough streets, I got enough beats to get you got It's nothin', It's nothin' [Verse 3: Tame One] I get you sent for n***a, with them hardcore props [?] to me wrapped up in a cardboard box Face all duct taped, head wrapped in a plastic sac To be left on display where other DJs and rappers at Decided early on before Marshall was blonde That I would get on and murk any rapper I set it on Bet it on black, I could chip you up like Bacharach Bricks to Cackalack, it's like a hatchback verses a Cadillac Dudes you get booed saying grace over food You're no threat, throw your set, you Solo, I'm Boba Fett [Verse 4: Del the Funky h*mosapien] I'm Lando in my own Millennium Falcon A Lambo, chillin' in places you can't go Better music, bigger bars like I'm a citizen of Oz But in reality I'm imprisoning yall I'm the Wizard giving the Tin Man a heart A Scarecrow brain, the lions of courage Now they provided for my private service Interlopers get murdered or they fry in the furnace Or I do 'em like Indiana Jones then I'm diving in serpents [?] inverted like a detective to find your Centaur [Hook] [Verse 5: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Hey motherf**er you ain't sh** Ancient history, now listen to this Ridiculous meticulous spit, dig in the grit For the black and tan, from here to Pakistan We packing jams, ask your man, he a avid fan Got my boots on, too strong, too black like nightfall n***as bite so much they think I write for 'em Assa**inate the fake, I put a price on 'em Roll the dice on 'em, generating random numbers Leave 'em entranced and wonder why there in a sunder Wanting to be under a wing, but yall buggin' Sheer effort forced the course we spearheaded [Verse 6: Tame One] I'm clear headed, with weird edits Giving s**as a reason to fear records, in mere seconds I vibe like [?] sessions, keep checkin' For this lyrical hip hop street weapon Exception to the rule from out the Boom Skwad With more hot n***as then summer school The Jersey jigsaw, jack and jiz on your jump-off Just in case little mama move, I fornicate on her face Nasty n***a, competition, ain't none Completely sewer, graffiti doer, Tame One Been around enough raw sh** to get frostbit off it [?], numbing your tongue, even Ray Charles saw it [Hook]