Hardcore punks can't take it

from Funk Man ( the stimulus package) by Del The Funky Homosapien




Del - Yeah man, 1/2 these motherfuckas man, is wack

1/2 these, as a matter of fact nah nah 3/4 of ya’ll motherfuckas is wack.

That's real

Ain’t saying shit, I don't give a fuck. Shits hardcore, punks cant take it.

Yo I keep it hardcore and punks can't take it
I got that shit passed down to me by foul situations
Dealin, gives a fuck how you clowns be feelin'
I can't sleep sound without thousands peelin' like potatoes
How my day goes
Straight to work, innovate flows, renovate tones
Penetrate domes when they ain't knowin
Illiteracy, all time high
It's bigger than me
I just wade through the hate juice
It ain’t cool
But shit that's what'll make you
Come through with a breakthrough
The adversity, work it with the need to express
Dump off the excess and zone inside my headset
And give way game like midway
Engraved in the caverns
Where the funk is imagined and conjured
Creating a monster
It wont be long till the drama spill
I got a stronger will
Go beyond the field
Because I wanna
Honor shield my personal armor from my mentality that you piranas long to conquer
But this time we gonna have some fish fry
Twist time so it benefit mine
Yeah in the nick of time
Nickel slick rhymes shift sides to the flip side
Soak a motherfucka let'em drip dry

Zac Hendrix Cuts

Sometimes I feel the place is disgraceful for no reason in particular
Pictures of the past life I was stuck in
Inducted in the ruckus
A lot of destructive motherfuckas
Some was G’s for real and some was busters
Some were corrupted and couldn’t be trusted
I wasn’t above it, I wasn’t a thug but a knuckle-head buggin
And fuckin’ shit up for nothing
Hip Hop appeared like a storybook fantasy
A lot of fools capped on me when I rapped for free in front of the whole faculty
After recess jealous dummies wanted to scrap with me
I caught a few blows,
I fucked some fools up
Now they coming to school tools tucked
You know they pride can never leave it at a few cuts and bruises
Signifying that they was losers
I’m like please tell me who was the winner then
Chasing me with knives with they bigger friends and family members
None of them fools was badly injured
I remember, I laid low till could stray from home
I had to stay in the safe zone
Told myself I was going to make it with these great flows I make
Those bozo's chose they fate
I used to know those who would hold the weight
I never turned up my nose but always wanted to know they was straight
Closed casket, no joke, so is the wake
And 1/2 of them know they fake, trying to show some strength
It use to feel like no escape
I was broke, no dates, all the hoes would fake
All the bro’s on the block would tell me that the flow was dope
So there’s hope
Just hold that rope and don’t let go
Cause some of them lost they grip
Habitual liars always trying to start some shit
Hell don’t be a target be smart and swift
Mind my business but remember you was a part of this
I never forgot and put it in the bars I spit
So all you crabs in the bucket, get off my dick
Before your ass get served in a match of words
Hardcore just like your ass deserve.

Zac Hendrix Cuts


from Funk Man ( the stimulus package), released April 7, 2009
Produced by del added vibes, cuts by Zac Hendrix


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

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