from Eleventh Hour by Del The Funky Homosapien

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Meet the emperor / Sure to keep the temperature tropical hot as hellfire / Del is dire straights might awaken 85’er / Some say that I’m a little, well how can I phrase it / Out of the spectrum with language radiance / Personify / But I’ll let ya’ll be the judge, you can call me whatever you want / I just come to give you pleasure with funk / That’s my forte’ / The others be sorbet, mushy consistency / Yeah, they push me, riff with me, trip to me / Ever giving a fuck about they hard luck they pin on me / When they gon’ see your luck is circumstantial / At your will, use it or lose it, stupid / Do it for you / Cause nobody’s gonna do it for you / So let’s go


Peep game then from the main man Diesel / I got a lot to say man / But niggas try to play me like the rain man / Hoes try to take me on the train man / Knowing that the tracks end / Just collapse into an empty canyon, abandoned / It’s a sad one who plots devious plans in Satan’s name / Cause they can’t take the game / Cause they fake and lame /Come break these changes

It’s psychological not mythological/ Bitch get a job for real / Not hoeing or dick blowing / You can tell me where you going / D know, no need to be holding a grudge / From the start of niggas showing some love / Plus at the end / Everybody will be closing their mug / We all pause, so I know I’ma scrub / Get up get the dirt of my shoulder blades / You got to fail to succeed so no one is safe / Yes, you gotta risk it, it’s the mother of invention I’m butter with diction / What a fucking whiz kid / Taught by the best, I flip it with finesse / I’m different from the rest / We all gotta step to the batter’s box / So, it matters not / What a chatterbox blab about / We don’t even know without a doubt /Man, come on fool


Yeah, yeah sure you do/ I heard that you going on about with a whole bunch of doubt / Now rolling about without knowledge of self / is gonna get you in a situation / Whooped with a belt / you coulnd’t excel / Do it again, first time you get your hands on the sticks /
You ain’t gonna be the shit / That’s why there’s practicing doctors, practicing mathematicians and authors all for the skrill / Man chill / Man you ain’t for real / You ain’t moving until I peel back some bills / Fool you still open pills / Be a part of it instead of being slick like an eel, silly?

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from Eleventh Hour, released March 11, 2008


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

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