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Future Development

by Del The Funky Homosapien

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jpvxex This album is frequently overshadowed, likely due to several unfortunate occurrences around the time of its planned release. This is an incredibly thought-provoking album that is very well produced, containing some of the darkest beats and subject matter in the entire catalog.

Eternally underrated but it stands right up there with the best of his releases. Favorite track: Love is Worth.
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RevengeOfThePiff I think Del is my dad, and the only reason I'm not in a mental hospital, is because I grew up on Del Tha Funky Homosapien, who cruises with his friends. He showed me what love was worth, when I was a kid, who didn't give a shit. I will love this album, and die listening to it, because you have to know, what your love is worth. It's worth this comment, and the call to my family, before leaving it. Fucking Future Development. Del, you are the uniter of good people, and it's maybe a rare, good. Favorite track: Love is Worth.
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rpm Del has as much to do with the way I speak and how I conceive of language as any theorist or written poet. Favorite track: Don't Forget The Bass.
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Hi everybody. It's Del the Funky Homosapien, down with Hieroglyphics dopest crew in the world, coming with the new '96 shit! Check it out D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Hieroglyphics will, Lick you wid our lyrics! D-E-L will, you know, you know! Hieroglyphics will Fuck you up! It's me, really me, not a look-alike / I know some sound alike but when I'm around a mic / Niggas cut / You know the skit / Del ultimate / Rapper international, with that rational style / I get the, shit off my consciousness and / Pull out the compasses / I'm on some shit you ain't around, in the town, clown! / Rebound / Go get on your intercom and call / Your weak ass crew so I can call protocol / I don't give a shit, I wants to get lit (yeah) / Split the Philly roll that bitch! / And it better hits correct and right / Make sure po-po out of sight Or they gonna have us locked up tonight, sike! / We in the cut with the best bomb available / Peelt out laughin' in a trail of smoke / Oaktown, where niggas get down in more ways than one / It don't stop till the raising sun / Mentally unstable with the rhymes that rock yo' cradle The author of fatal flows that liquidate emcees / Then I scoop 'em with a ladle / I stay ill and psyched / Outta my mind with mics but gotta be in before sunlight / Emcees approach me with chains of garlic / But their brains are targets / Then I dump off the carcass / A lot of niggas fuss just 'cuz we the best for us / Niggas faker with they raps than the Snufflelupagus / Lifts and bends, I recommend / Before I make blood suspend / When I check that chin / It's common knowledge Mr. Del demolish (You ain't know?) / Taking you back to the days of cornbread and collards, come on! Chorus Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Hieroglyphics will, Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Hieroglyphics will, Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Hieroglyphics will, Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Hieroglyphics will, Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Yeah! I perceive more than the average madness / Niggas get the giggles when they find my shit is pivotal / The radical, hip-hop fanatical who do what's natural / Actual fact, no tact, you'll get intercepted / Kept it away, from emcees 'cuz they / Wouldn't know what to do wit' it / Pursuing it don't mean you gonna catch it / I slay willing women backwards on the mattress / At this access got niggas yackin' / I'm crackin' safes and niggas actin' fake I got the date to arrange your weight / About spent every cent on the bomb / Fuck being calm, I'm like a shell-shocked vet from 'Nam / So turn to Psalms, get your palms off my dick / Before I go sick and make yo' ass hit the bricks / I used to stay on 57th a resident but still hesitant / To stay out late at night 'cuz none of these niggas is Heaven-sent / I'm bent, puffin' killer-Cali hit the vent / I lend my voice to tracks, as we's the instrument / A Public Service Announcement on how I house shit / I hope your blouse fit, bitch, you fight with fists / But if I ask you "Let's battle" you might resist / I wax that ass on Pay-Per-View and invite Tha Liks / The steel-cage grudge-match where there's no escape / I'll peel that cap like bananas to apes / Oh yeah them niggas, it figures / The masterminds behind the rhymes you claim were yours / We lick off with rhymes like Nas and make your brains stain the floors / At last we clash under the overpass Del - Damn, we've been waiting here for hella long, since 12 Opio - I'm tellin' you, man, they don't wanna see me on the mic, I'm tellin' you Del- All these fake ass niggas Opio - That's why they ain't came.. They heard me, man, they done heard me, man, I'm tellin' you Del - Talkin' about they the freestyle masters, they'll get they ass ate Opio - And they sound just like you anyway, man, we out on these fools Del - I know man, let's be out Chorus Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Hieroglyphics will, Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Hieroglyphics will, Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Hieroglyphics will, Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Hieroglyphics will, Lick you wid our lyrics D-E-L will, Lick you wid our lyrics Yeah! Yeah! We got the beat , You know Lick you wid our lyrics There ain't no doubt about it, we got the beat, You know Lick you wid our lyrics From Oakland, to all around the world, You know Lick you wid our lyrics You know what? We got the beat Lick you wid our lyrics, You know Bye
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Stress the world Stress the world Stress the world Stress the world, stress the world I offer the maximum that you call for / Who better to get a crowd to go bloww / Del, champion of true / I do what the others can't do / So when ya come to / Recognize I despise weak / I'm at my peak I seek more then the boredom that you are accustomed to / The connoisseur I love hip-hop more / Then I did as a kid so I gotta get rid / Of those who pose, case closed / I'm dynamic with panic and that's exactly how I planned it Chorus (Repeat 7x) Stress the world You better peep cuz the price is very steep for those who sleep / I pile my rhymes by the heap on cassettes, Lp's, cd's and 12 inches / Perform the shit and get the girl like pinches / With good intentions, the key word is redemption / For those who try to shit on my crown let's get down / Plastic ass rappers get smashed like crackers / First I shalack ya and hit ya with the lacquer / Then I go to marijuana class to study cultivation / So I can make the USA a better nation / Get smoked, mellow out, vibe fuck the stress / While I kill MC's that say "he's relentless." / Past you at last due to technological enhancements on my part the art advances / My rhymes are ravishing, ravaging the hip-hop surface / To get to the underground for pounds and purchase / Merciless, as soon as I insert the disc / Into the SP to make the world stress me / Let's be upfront and real / What's up with this rap regurgitation that appeal to the masses? / I got pure plain funk hold the Mayo / Like the formulation of ice crystals make the suns halo a rainbow / Painful to MC's at large I barge and bulldoze them all when I charge / Personally responsible, behind all the hoopla / Haven't crossed the board, get the troubleshoota [Chorus] Stress the world (Repeat 6x) Stress the world...( make the world stress me) Stress the world...( make the world stress me) Stress the world...( make the world stress me) Let's be upfront and real Mathematically correct, collect wreck on the daily / This ain't Prince project put out on paisley park / Deep dark funk to dunk your face in / Fully animated in a time when hip-hop's contaminated / Wit corny niggas talkin jibberish they make me feverish / I merely pull this lever which enables me to unveil tails of Del in action / Smoked to fullest, project my voice like bullets / I deflect your sect. I check the scanner / Damn you're persistent, I stand wit my fist clenched / Tightly around the microphone like a septer / Wit rhymes average MC's can't see like a specter / The inspector with the nectar, sharp like a Black and Decker / I twist a nigga neck like Chubby Checker / Respect the Hieroglyphic insignia / You know it means murda wit lyrics unhearda / Stamina, stamina. And wit a new flow to boot / Don't try to execute my patter-ns / I took hella notes while battlin' / Dismantlin' opponents alone with my trusty verbs leavin' MC's disturbed / Everybody on my block know I rock / To MC's I'm hella cocky so I keep my rhymes cocked in position / And if you actually listen to what I'm sayin' you'll see you can't resist 'em / They're succulent and if you don't like them fuck you then / Anybody with taste see it's a delicacy / Not a mere hors dourve or haven't you heard / And it's totally take out about a million served like that / Absolutely a beauty to crush the shit that's booty / ‘Cause I figures it's my duty Chorus Stress the world Stress the world Stress the world, Rah Let's be upfront and real, Let's be upfront and real, make the world stress me (Repeat 4x and fade)
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A new day was dawning / Yes one more morning / Just stretching and yawning / Picked up my belongings / And then call my crew / See what we all can do / Lets go to the mall / The one with the waterfall / And take your fathers car / Although it ain't that far / They got a whole bizarre / Of fly girls up to par / Yeah sounds like a plan / I need a new Walkman / We pass the popcorn stand / And see what we can land / In the land no less / I spot a cutie with Guess / And I had on sweats / She looked unimpressed / I said damn you fine /But nothing bout her behind / I said do you have the time, to sit back and chitchat / She said no / You look like a hobo / And with that camouflage shit looking like G I Joe / I said I'm not that broke / And I can buy you a coke / She said this must be a joke / I swear it hurt till she soaked, and shook me off / Like a moth / I said what's the deal with the clothing as long as it's cloth? Chorus Why you wanna get funky wit me? Slow ya roll a little Damn you crazy Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me? Slow ya roll a little Damn you crazy Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me? Slow ya roll a little Damn you crazy Ok she too stuck up / I didn't catch so what? / My partners busting their gut / Getting me straight stuck, on anger / Let her go / Why sweat her so? / Oh fuck you guys / Lets fuck with some fries / At quick stop / Where the chicks pop, up / Lets pop at them / Nigga like a magnum / Next destination / Stop at the gas station / My heart started racing / Saw this cutie who way thick / I stalk like Jason / With no authorization / I looked her in her face and asked how her day went and her digits / She said what is this / It's none of your business / I'm shorter than a midget /I fidget / Shit, she asked why are you nervous / I said your curves just, amaze the glaze my eyes ova / I told ya / She said are you sober / Venomous like a cobra / Don't you know that I'm older, than you / And your crew / You do what little boys do / You couldn't deal with this / Then she sealed it with a kiss, yeah / I felt dissed, and my crew is steady laughing / When I turn around they act like nothing had happened (Mini Skit) Ahhhhhhh hahahahaha Boowww, bowwww That fool got clowned again man Shot, shot out Oh here he come, Ok we out Del. Chorus Why you wanna get funky wit me? Slow ya roll a little Damn you crazy Girl, Why you wanna get funky wit me? Slow ya roll a little Damn you crazy Girl Why you wanna get funky wit me? Hieroglyphics y'all ya don't stop We got ghost, go fries got us some girls too / The ones with the curl do / That smell like shampoo / What's up precious? / I likes ya necklace / We doing a show tonight ya might wanna check us / She said your Del / I said I know / The one on vinyl / And then she hit a high note / Y'all is Hiero / And where's Pep Lover / I said he on the other, side of town / But her partner had a frown / 2 out a 3's cool, it ain't bad / She must not know how to add / She tripping and things / Each finger got rings / We bout to bounce like springs / But she like where my chicken wings? / Cutie like can you sign? / This one time / So you can be on my mind / To remind / I said fine / Tripping partner like who he? / He ain't no one / I know him from Logan / Was now her slogan / They was jocking / She was cock blocking / They said they got to take the keeper home block rocking / She said so / Niggas with egos / What you coming out ya face fo’ / I'm a let you know Ho! Chorus Why you wanna get funky wit me? Slow ya roll a little Damn you crazy Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me? Slow ya roll a little Damn you crazy Girl, why you wanna get funky wit me? Slow ya roll a little Damn you crazy Huh, why you wanna get funky wit me? Slow ya roll a little Damn you crazy
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Mini Skit I'm ready for action, packing provisions of visions / Verbally, every word will be enhanced / With the bass that'll put you in a trance / Some dance, come take a chance / Del won't do you wrong / I've been in the rap game too long to falter / I rock like Gibraltar / Make you kneel to the butt like an altar / We move to prove that this is improved, when you're at-water / Caught’em with vibration that soothes your back like massages / Before you can park your car in garages / It'll be just for riders, listening to 'Rock The Bells' / You can barely hear the vocals / Mixing is important, getting the public into chokeholds / Hip hop hopefuls will do well to know this / It ain't about who's the dopest / It's who gets the fan's focus upon you / when they feel what the song do / I think I'm onto something, when I got my shit pumping / I remember, when they were satisfied with just lyrics / now, if the music 's flat / I can barely stand to hear it and my rhymes are impeccable and you can't dissect my flow / With music sounding like it's out of tin cans / Just wreck the whole vibe and stride for perfection / Why you think they call this a profession? Hey Chorus (Repeat 2x) Can't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall man We got cassettes, CD's and LP's DJ's for days, whatever you do Give it your all, cause that's what pays I just love when I can hear the bump bleeding to the walls / In the halls, coming from the record stores in the malls / A beat with balls I like that / it bites back and strikes back / At niggas who are wack, cuz / Back in the day when hip hop was just developing / It was back in the day / we should be relishing in experience / All you newcomers better be leery cause / Hieroglyphics got the bump / And it ain't mysterious Chorus (Repeat 2x) Can't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall man We got cassettes, CD's and LP's DJ's for days, whatever you do Give it your all, cause that's what pays This don't apply to the niggas who sell out / And fell out of their fan base / Trying to chase the big bucks / It sucks, I know, when your heroes wanna appear to hoes supermacho / And watch the whole role and image of a mic champion / To the fam base it simply can't be done / Cuz they're your folks when you don't get the prop shit / They know you got the top shit and in it only for profit / But since we on the topic, let me drop it / We need to stop this segregation of hip hop / Talking 'bout fuck the east coast, and fuck the west coast / He's sold out, cause someone either sings a note in the chorus / What is real hip hop then? Only the shit you listen to / Everything else pretending, I'm sending a message to my fan base / Fuck this is hip hop and this is rap, it came from the same place / and there's a place for everything including hieroglyphics / And we gonna come with it, as long as y'all with it / cause the fan base is like a legion / For one cause, we want the dope shit cause / the other got flaws / Now, I'm a fan who likes a lot of different things / I differentiate with music just to spread my wings / I always do my best, that's why the fans love me / Not some contrived shit, so I can be bubbly / We all got some preferences, that's just how it goes / But when you see there's an effort being made, don't turn up your nose / Turn up the bass, race to go and buy it / And don’t dub it, some of ya’ll do, don't deny it Mini Skit Chorus Can't forget the bass, the bottom got em crawling to the wall man We got cassettes, CD's and LP's DJ's for days, whatever you do Give it your all, cause that's what pays Hieroglyphics
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Faulty 03:07
Man, I knew this nigga from (back in the day) / I never knew he would be (actin this way) / He displayed some faulty shit / Wish I woulda caught the bitch / I stuck to talkin shit / Instead of setting off the apocalypse / Out in the O they tryin to play like hermits / Out in the O they'll smoke your ass like sherm sticks / Definitely something to be concerned with / You can't trust these niggas and it's time that I learn this / This nigga that I went to school with / Asked me for five bills, what you gonna do with that? / 'Bout to give you a whole five dollar bill / Of the shit had been real / It wouldn'ta been a big deal / But faultiness strikes, he said, "Let's take a hike up the block / And I'll give you the five out my sock" / I give him two, my homie gave him three / We was both wonderin what the fuck this gonna be / He took us over to a project building / I was bent off Cisco thinkin (* snorting, sneezing *) / He said "Wait here," and I started yellin / He didn't make clear his intentions while he bailin / Del infuriated, lost it, I drew the line, he crossed it / It's time to burn his ass like I was caustic / I was screamin, beamin, this lady came out her apartment / And said, "Bounce if you're here to start shit / Little boy," she was like "Some shit happened out here last night, Get the fuck out cause it won't be no fight" / This other nigga came out and said, "Don't shout, yo money gone, take this if you still wanna pout about it," / He opened his hand and I was shocked / In it was a crack rock / I said, "What the fuck I'm supposed to do with this, eat it?" / I said, ,"Keep that shit," / And then the lady said, "Beat it" / "He told you your money gone, so get your ass on" / I just did it cause I wasn't alone / This Mighty Morphin nigga who I thought was a friend / Transformed, took out a arm, wasn't nothin but a fiend / He was fiendish, fiendish / He was suckin basepipes like a penis / He was fiendish / Heh / Fuck that punk / Ha-hah
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X-Files 04:03
Star-struck MCs receive no attention / From the man whose mind is not even in this dimension / I'm on another plane, sicker than the mother brain / The ultimate expression, yes indeed / Heed, my flow's symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic / Never semiotic but doper than narcotics / A few a y'all caught it on my first release / But now my power's increased, enhanced / Del meets the fans halfway, and slap a rapper in his chops / The temperature drops, you get pneumonia Or maybe exposed to radiation by plutonium / Some say rap's an idiom, get the A-S-R-S-P / And then a midi’em, the best of both worlds / Brilliantly engineered, lyrics dement your fear / Del is now in the clear, I was in prison / But now free to be everything that I envision / Abandon the plan and the uninspired / And the haters that cater to their needs agree / It's bizarre, by far anarchy no control / No soul, the whole fucking planet's gonna fold / Unless we administer, sense, as we enter the / Twenty-first century even your worst enemy / Gotta get it together, mentally and systematically / When niggers think I'm a smart-ass, it makes em mad at me / Why, cause I try my best to eliminate ignorance / Not letting my brain burn out like cigarettes / There's bigger threats besides thieves or your pet peeves / But what's right in your face is what nobody believes Chorus Del, what you got up your sleeve? If it was up to me I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed So you must believe Del, what you got up your sleeve? If it was up to me I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed So you must believe X-Files Lots of rappers today depend on imagery / I myself depend on skills and my energy / It's maddening, at every single gathering / Of young black youth it's got to be some niggas badgering / Averaging out to be bout three out a G / How motherfuckers build stereotypes, cause it's all they see / I take glee in the fact that I'm me / Not a follower, a dollar wouldn't make me sell my soul / Del is old-school compared to your subterfuge / I got the same code of ethics Jungle Brothers use / Now every nigga wanna be crime related / Can't rhyme creative and they're made of self-hatred / That's why they overstep boundaries that's sacred / From the street to the corporate scene they all mean business / Self for self, phony doesn't work / Your soul holds no weight when you let the devil lurk / Fighting evildoers I been evil myself / But I'm still a black man with experience, under my belt / I may be young, but my soul is old / Living in the ice ages where a nigga's soul is cold / Don't give a fuck about your life or his/ But if you get a gat for protection, who lives? / Comin up ain't the same as pullin everybody else down / But try telling that to niggas that are spellbound / They'll probably say that you talk too much / They gotta think too much / So just be careful who you trust Chorus Del, what you got up your sleeve? If it was up to me I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed So you must believe Del, what you got up your sleeve? If it was up to me I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed So you must believe X-Files, X-Files Peace
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"Earth to Del, Earth to Del, Earth to Del do you read me? Do you copy Del? It seems we've lost radio contact Descend for warp speed so you can receive transmission" Each rap is texture-mapped to perfection / A 3-D world for you to step in / I leave MC's stranded on asteroids / Floating through the void of space / Del the black man, African back again / Crackin windshields, so I can heal your souls / When you feel my flows / A wild beast when I piece together beats like puzzles / MCs feel muzzled like dobermans / Its over when you try duplicate / And then your tooth'll ache for tryin to sink your teeth in / Meetin your maker, Del the caretaker here to break your life / Away from you faker than Tammy Faye Baker / I shake your brain up like Quaker Oats / For tryin to memorize my maniacal quotes / The funk coats your eardrums, Oaklands where we're from / The deviant, workin feverishly but easily / Eagerly awaiting your arrival / Hide all you cowards / You're powerless I'm live and in technicolor and tumorous / Your humorous, my rhymes are numerous / I'm too elaborate in my habitat / With words that hit your skull like a battle ax, imagine that / I'm actually destined cause I'm acutal perfection / Equals natural selection with rhymes as my secret weapon / This involvement in my newest installment / Is dissolving the chains on your brains like solvent / I can't call it, all it means is my genes / Comes from supreme beings, ancestors ya can't step ta Chorus No way out, come right in, writin incredible shit They can't meddle with us Future development is too intelligent Future development, too too intelligent No way out come right in, writin incredible shit You can't meddle with us "And you say it, And niggas are still frontin with that old technology shit, why is this soundin garbage?" To many fans and not enough artists / Niggas frontin heartless like they packin ultra cartridges / You ain't gonna smoke me, you smoke weed / I've seen some sick characters and they ain't scared a ya / The true soldiers who will unload on your intersect / Not me I'm into Tex and Mex / Giant robos and ponos, and road shows / I like to blow dough on the latest, not the status quo though / More pull than Yo-Yo Duncan / Puttin passion in my rappin like a tongue kiss and writem by the hundreds / With no bass the foundation crumbles / Like niggaz bumble they whole life over rumbles / Scandals, sure you got hand skills / But unless you gonna be a boxer who's gonna offer / Your hand skrill? (Nobody) I used to program computers / Now I make manuvers on the mic to school ya / On the ole, how it goes how the flow for the uninitiated / Plus on the side, get my own life sitiated / You know writin lyrics in between lines / Play some Samauri Spirits, oops / Drop funky like defecation, poop / Leavin ya mute mutes, speechless / Niggaz blackin out like an eclipse / No defense for your pretense / Which is just a feat to proposal / Towards your disposal / Del flow solo, fully mobilized the wise words / So niggas can get the total / Perception, perfection destined for greatness / Etched in your consciousness, metaphorically monstrous Chorus No way out, come right in, writin incredible shit You can't meddle with us Future development is too intelligent Future development too too intelligent No way out, come right in, writin incredible shit You can't meddle with us Future development is too intelligent Future development, too too intelligent Variations of chorus til music fades
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Corner Story 04:02
Chorus We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew We 'bout to roll to the corner and some swishers too So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved Another fine day in this land I live / Oakland we're they don't give a shit and that's it / You know I'm sellin dank and split the profit 50/50 / With this other brother who went in half with me / Now, first before we burst the move / We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor / Then we don't bicker / We'll be relaxed ask your mama / This shit is like a war zone / Streets is hot like the Bahamas / But we will stay away from the drama / I'm wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llama / But then we had to pause like a comma / Cause someone got stuck and bucked and family was outside with trauma / We heard the shots from inside and whenever gats go off / I hit the deck and hide / And if po-po said they got there on time they lied / But you gotta give them credit they try / I see a mother cry and I'm wondering why / And my man said fuck it aint nothin' we can do / But to continue our mission down the block for the brew / And we out (yeah, yeah) Chorus (Repeat 2x) We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew We 'bout to roll to the corner and some swishers too So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved On our way we 'bout half way there / Children runnin' everywhere like they just don't care / The Muslim Bakery is like right between / And if I pass by with beer they will look at me mean / So I ducks in and gets my Final Call now / Cause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proud / The ambulances signals and glances / So let's hurry up and don't take no chances / Niggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answers / In front of the store trying to work that slight of hand / The panhandlers, they not no amateurs / Daily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come up / It sums up life along with the kids and a wife / But anyway, we pass the local grocery store / And you can be sure the meats and the produce ain't good no more / Some of it is from days before / I want it fresh and the clerk ain't my race so its stress / They doin me in my community - fuck it, we there / Aint enough for a 6 pack so we had to share / A nice little stroll through the April spring air / We hide our shit so the Nation don't see it there Chorus (Repeat 2x) We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew We 'bout to roll to the corner and some swishers too So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved
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Okay Chorus You got to know what your love is worth Baby boy you got to know what your love is worth Baby girl you got to know what your love is worth Everybody got to know what their love is worth Yeah, you got to know what your love is worth / As soon as a child is born and discovers earth / It's a part of life, so don't get fucked in the end / If someone's a lost cause, they'll be summoned up to start again / Example, you a woman, in a relationship / It seems like everything you do makes him flip / It ain't physical violence or nothing like that / But the love that you show he doesn't show back / But it started when you first met / You looked incredible to him, he wanted to get his thirst wet / (yeah, I bet) / He wanted to be down like Brandy / At first his overbearing persona was so manly (ooooh) / But now you're thinkin' most of the time, "he can't stand me" / He lost trust in you when he saw you with Randy (aha) / But then you find out he feel good about Candy(about candy) / You thinkin' this relationship is really demanding / Everyone makes mistakes and that's true / But from the beginning did he really love you? / To him you a bitch, he told his boys he dug you out / And nowadays he don't even hug you (doubts) / And I'm sure it do more than bug you / You wonder how you get attracted to these / With a mackin disease, with a tactic to please / But once you settle down you're entrapped in a squeeze / Like a boa constrictor and he know when he gets ya(gotcha) / You got to know what your love is worth / That way you don't waste it on the world goin berserk / Yeah Chorus (Repeat 2x) You got to know what your love is worth Baby boy you got to know what your love is worth Baby girl you got to know what your love is worth Everybody got to know what their love is worth (mini skit) Now put yourself in the shoes of this guy / You fall in love with this girl and you don't know why (why dude?) / Cause you don't feel the same but u give it a try / Eyes wide, like you a child in a candy store / Even though you the one she couldn't stand before / Cause you was houndin' her, surroundin' her (damn) with confusion / You used to be friends, but now the friendship is losin' / Cause you visualize the romance, she like "no hands on" / She don't wanna fuck with no man, "not even a slow dance?" / You tried to kiss her and she even agrees / But that don't mean you ‘bout to be Adam and Eve / In the Garden of Eden, but maybe for the evening / You say she leading you on, but you just added pressure / Of course she like you, you're friends don't try to test her / She says she likes you as a friend, not a lover or wife / So get a life, let her live hers and find another / Don't let her smash her ego, cause we know you're great / Let it be her mistake, yeah / Don't waste your time bro cause you know / If she don't appreciate what he do for her / Then tell me why he should wait around Chorus You got to know what your love is worth Baby boy you got to know what your love is worth Baby girl you got to know what your love is worth Everybody got to know what their love is worth
10.
Let me tell you a little story about the slave master. / Use a whip on your ass so you behave faster. / You got chains on your neck, and demands respect. / You'll work all damn day, but you will never see a check / In the field. Cotton you yield. Your skin peels off your back / From the crack of the whip. It won't heal. / Ya wish you had a shield 'cause he wields iron, / So when you act up, he smokes ya and keeps firing. / And it's tiring. / Forget about recreation. / One wrong move and it's death you're facing. / White mothetfuckers got the ball and chain / On your leg, and in the form of religion on your brain. / They say, "You the devil." / You say, "Who the devil?!?!" / Some of us was house niggers, some of us was rebels. / Some tried to get along the best they could. / And didn't nobody use the phrase, "It's all good!" / Would you? / They got you living like a shrew. / They throw you pig lips and chicken gizzards. Then you make a stew. / They give us a white Jesus to appease us. / We talk among ourselves and hope that nobody sees us. / They had our brothers beating us. Called us createns plus monkeys. / They just junkies mistreating us. / The master said, "If you don't whip 'em, you're dead!" / It was fucking with his head, but he beat us instead. / And we bled. / Red blood flowing like a flood. / Then he'd rape your mother, stick her face in the mud. / They were ruthless! / If you tried to front, you'd be toothless. / Some tried to run even though it seemed useless. / Virginity was torn. Soon babies was born that was half white. / And now his skin is kind of light. / You think you're special, because they let you / Oversee the carnage? But I bet you / Will get hung, even if you stick out your tounge. / 'Cause they pull out the shank and stick it right through you're lung. / Now it's 96 and white people say, "Forget it, it's all in the past." And some even regret it. / 'Cause they think we'll set it. / Now my missions to get federal / So I can raise a black family without you devils / And you know how that goes. Chorus (Repeat 2x) The slave master watching over you, Always trying to tell you what the fuck to do! The slave master watching over you, But ain't nothing gonna stop me or my crew! This is for you kids trying to get signed. / Just a little something you should keep in mind / The labels are slave masters. Artists is slaves. / Don't get too raunchy. They want you to behave. You get signed. You're thinking, "This is great!" / But wait You never knew what was at stake. / Creative control they withold. / You sell your soul when you sign on the dotted line hoping to go gold. / But you'll never see that, not without promotion. / The label'll just throw your shit out, and got it floatin'. / You think your shit is potent, but ain't nobody buying it. / If they ain't never heard of it, ain't nobody trying it. / If they ain't never heard of it your record they murder it. / You can complain. But they are not concerned a bit. / 'Cause when they signed you, they thought you'd make a hit / 'cause of who you were affiliated with, and all that bullshit. / Frustrations. All these rules and regulations / Just so you can have your shit heard by the nation. / And be patient. / 'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient. / You think they're working your album? You're mistaken. / And if you flop, you get dropped. / 'Cause you ain't the star. You didn't go pop. / Just straight up hip-hop. Time to get a mop. / 'Cause without no promotion, of course sales drop. / Peep the break down If tapes cost ($)10, / You'll probaably only get to see a dollar in the end, / That you cannot spend / Cause your budget gets recouped. / So you never get cash unless your record is "Shoop." / You better hope you get shows, which will not happen / If you don't have a record that's the main attraction. / Even if you sell a million, you get burned / Cause they keep half your cash just in case of returns. / For a while, you wonder why rappers don't smile. / 'cause to them, you're not an artist. You're just another file. / Another nigger used to make another buck. / They don't give a fuck. And if your shit don't blow up, tough. / But the star gets both promotion and devotion / From the whole fucking staff, at you, they laugh. / The star probably don't know that he the house nigger. / Thinking he bigger cause he's the, pick of the litter. / These labels think backwards. They push the acts that need it the least So they can get all the money they can when it's released. / They take you to a restarant for a feast, / And then expect you to pick up the check? / That's why I give props to niggaz who is independent: / 'Cause they make they own money, plus decide how to spend it. / Splendid / And lets end it. / And don't get offended. Chorus (Repeat 2x) The slave master watching over you, Always trying to tell you what the fuck to do. The slave master watching over you, But ain't nothing gonna stop me and my crew. Hieroglyphics!
11.
Games Begin 04:08
Chorus Come on and let the games begin Cause the games begin when you're coolin with your friends And the friends to the end that don't pretend So have fun, have fun, have fun while it lasts It's time to max, relax, ask anybody / You got off work, you know your boss is a jerk / Whether you a clerk or a rapper like me / We all need to kick back and be carefree / See, no plea-bargainin, no haboring / Negative attitudes when you're out with your dudes / Damn, it feels good when the weekend comes / Done finished the homework, you're out with the bums / Clownin, you're all down in whatever goes / You throw on a tape and hear a nigga kick his flows / Cruise down the strip and pop at some hoes / Y'all still havin fun no matter what scenario you chose / Even on a solo with hoes, take off your clothes / But not without the condoms cause that's bogus / Those wake up the next day call your partners / Pitch in four or ten and start the festivities / No fuckin worries when you're livin free of stress / That's why we only smoke bomb, fuck sess / Y'all feel the best when y'all say let's act a fool / Cause it's June and it's cool cause we out of school Chorus Come on and let the games begin Cause the games begin when you're coolin with your friends And the friends to the end that don't pretend So have fun, have fun, have fun while it lasts Your friends are your friends like no matter what / Other fools get cut from your team / It seems like they dream of gettin next to you / But all they really do is pester you / Cause they marks, always wanna start funk when you with em / Cause when he got beef with a nigga he thinks y'all'll get him / Now he rollin with yo crew, but with no crew / He wouldn't be poppin doo-doo / His ass would be through, but now he drug you into it / And yes, all your boys / And now you gotta kill the noise / He destroys the whole vibe by frontin / Tryin to be hard / But he just Napoleon Bonaparte / A little nigga tryin to take command / Thinkin he the man / But fuckin with him y'all'll all kick the can / I can't stand a fake / I kick it with my real niggas come spring break / That's the ones I look out for, never doubt your pals / Fuck them gals and don't ever let em separate you / Your friends and you will be chillin’ when that bitch hates you / And I say Chorus Come on and let the games begin Cause the games begin when you're coolin with your friends Come on and let the games begin Cause the games begin when you're coolin with your friends Come on and let the games begin Cause the games begin when you're coolin with your friends And the friends to the end that don't pretend So have fun, have fun, have fun while it lasts Now when you got business to attend / Take care of that and afterwards fuck with your friends / Don't put shit off till tomorrow / Do it right now 'fore you fuck with your pals / That's the down period, rest and relaxation / At the nigga Plus' house, let's go to Nations / And get fits, when life is the pits / You know I check my friends, make sure they legit / Whether it's freestylin you know we smilin / Niggas pilin up with the gin in the cup / Or a blunt and Olde English so niggas can get fiendish / Playin NBA Jams and just like the beats we slam and dunk / Callin niggas punks but we just poppin junk / Playin dozens, cause we like cousins / And brothers, I wouldn't have it any other way / You know what they say, all work and no play / Et cetera
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Town to Town 07:10
They say that nice guys finish last, but I'm the leader / Drinkin liters of Seagrams with the heathens / Misbehave and break the buzz, fuck the shavings / Collectin scratch for my savings before the day ends / Cravings for music, collaborate at a rate / Faster than the speed of sound to go thataway / No replicas, step to us, I guess the job was left to us / To kick the phonics that kept you buzzed / And perkin, workin words, distributin herbs / To niggas livin in 'burbs cause they too petro / To come to the ghetto / Mind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a sack / Come back but watch 50, they try to lift me / Off the tracks but we ain't offerin crack, just bomb / No need for alarm or bad karma, but arm yourself / Move with stealth, wealth is accumulated / Pockets are illuminated / I make the shit I think hit even though some assume you hate it / I pass judgment when the fuzz lit, take a shit / Just another skit comin from the pit of Babylon / But powerful like galvatron / From the Decepticons / Music is magical like a leprechaun / Kept you on point in many different sectors / On Elektra, make you remember Medgar Evers and James Evans / My skills sent from the heavens / I wish they sold Maddog at 7-11 / I remember when niggas wore Thriller jackets / And Starter jackets and harder tactics Had been adopted and most of y'all mocked it / But put a sock in it for a minute / I provide the funk and y'all rock with it / As I spit it, admit it, oh shit Chorus (Repeat 2x) It's Del the Funky Homosapien Goin from town to town to town and just makin friends Reach out and shaking hands With the public and they love it No technical difficulties or faultiness, you saw me with / That plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brain / Don't need cocaine fuckin with the A / The A-Pluster plus the A from way back in the day / For mind expansion enhancing thoughts / I'm raw with savagery, the majesty of all in vision / Wait, but isn't this a good way to start? / Developin art to cart scrill to kill Satan / Plans for gettin Daytons are past tense / Stack ends so I won't be a has-been (You know it) / The question you been askin: Is Del that masked man? / Rollin through our cities just rippin major venues / Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston / My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times / I felt it was no hope, but no factors you formulate / Made me foster hatred and made me wanna make it / When I'm in the Bay niggas say (Del, how you doin, man?) / I ain't no rap star that act hard, can't speak / I leak lyrics, freak lyrics, secrete lyrics / From my spirits / Tyranny for all who hear of me / Bomb in a bong, my feet in a thong / On a beach with a bitch named Bonbon / Called her on the Intercong, enter John Owens / Better known as Casual to y'all not knowin / About flowin, cause your rhymes are all stolen / Another dip on the strip cause task force patrollin / But rollin blunts too fat to measure / Mexico's national treasure for pleasure / Resurrect tracks like this from my childhood / Before it was such a wild hood / Knock on wood Chorus (Repeat 2x) It's Del the Funky Homosapien Goin from town to town to town and just makin friends Reach out and shaking hands With the public and they love it My beats are meaty / Let's call a peace treaty / And stick to it / I'm quick to do it, are you? / So much funk you can't kick it with my crew / Other than when it's time to get blew (Shame on you) / I want me a girl that's intelligent / Doin shit and ain't too belligerent / Picture it, chillin backyard barbecue / Not trippin off what niggas are to you / Jealousy, well let's see / It's a lot of that in Oakland / It started when niggas started smokin / And snortin hop, fuck pop / I want the melodies / But not the weak topics you are selling me / Del is free of confinements / My mind bent and fragile and frazzled / I choose to stay underground like Fraggles / In battles I'm sure to win / While you smoke bud I drink gin / It sinks in while everyone else act on it / I macked on it but not too far from redrum / Don't push me, I'm not a pussy / I wish we could gather at a function, drink some lager / And just bust hymns of funk and flav / Cause the slaves that are our ancestors / Would feel blessed if we did that / Before we hear rap / Now it's American children syntax / Ever since it been on wax / And that's the facts, believe it, don't mislead it / And don't do the shit if you don't need it / And that's real, you might not be but I am / The truth's gonna slap you in the face, so why scam? Chours (Repeat 4x) It's Del the Funky Homosapien Goin from town to town to town and just makin friends Reach out and shaking hands With the public and they love it Del Ad-Libs

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released January 1, 2002

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Oakland Raider, Richmond Rap Practitioner. Hieroglyphics / Deltron 3030 / C7 / GOODXLUCK. Keep the FUNK alive.

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