Offspring feat El​-​P

from Both Sides of The Brain by Del The Funky Homosapien

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Del - Ay-yo whattup El-P?

El-P - Yo whattup Del-phonic?

Del- Nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man, tryin to listen to my Walkman. This motherfucker all in my face, ryin to holla at me and shit, I'm like, man - dude you just a offspring

I'm very interplanetary and vary with various experiments / Gregarious with verbals for your merriment / What El-P tell me to use, the beat di-ffuse / You lose and get played like a mood / I'm rude revolting leave you molting / No thing - compares to my compadres / We'll take it to Broadway / It's beautiful the execution flawless / You all wet, soggy, groggy when you saw me / But I never tire whenever I adjust my thrust / Females blush / I bring the California gold rush / Your flow sucks, your stamina can't endure / I manicure your lavender amatuer landed words / You haven't heard? Cannabis analyst / Add a twist to my manuscripts
I'l have you sent to the showers / Me and El-P, is superpowers like the US and USSR / Blow you like the Deathstar / Leave your chest scarred like Sagat / My plot proliferates, hits you like barbituates in a twist of fate and splits your face / It's the great DelTron-Z, soundbombing / Run to mommy, I'm airin out your dirty laundry / I'm shooting then executing you're aiming from mainstream / Your brain tingles, strangles your lame jingles / Bingo I bring flows that attack like wild dingoes / Can't be pigeonholed, anything goes gringo

El-P

Here we go - up jumps the outcast, sever the connection / My mostly overconfident acquaintances pull numbers to the anti-potients and fear that I drip sick in / And rise out of my shell to teach sick or bedridden emcees til they fear living / Blockin the cocks that bust shots, spittin smitten bitches til the day of the locust, kitchen cutlery cuts / DMX 16 crossfade with a strange lust / Dr. Strangelove, born in the back of the train, fameless shame shared with acne pick brain pit / Tried to capture the moment of subtle death / Destro magnet spit - action fit into capsules slipped in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets / Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin shit / Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them and wonder if I fuck to the same rhyme style pattern / It's autobahn pipe bomb glass fragment shatter / to break new jacks at after parties for actin actual / Factor X into your formula for fresh thoughts with a Megalon wingspan that bulge from the back of the text radical / Radio time tracks flatten your flattery / The tradition excuse used by biters; ambiguously homo / Knotted tights and colored underwear that's wrapped around the brittle legs of / things without weapons - I'm grief diseased brethren / Swim in a sea of shit and malt liquor, feed on Excedrin / Radiate through tenements; emcees bleed estrogen!

Chorus - Del and El-P

Watch insanity increase
Break it up piece by piece
Never weak in the least
Think you better see a priest
Mortality, don't battle me, it's costly
We the raw breed all of y'all is just the offspring

El-P - Yo Del kick that shit again

Tomahawking your Tom-Tom Club / You tried to holler at me at my show, lookin like you on drugs / You love the Del I'll thug you, bumpin Juvenile / Thinkin you in style, packin like you movin now / I move top speed, scott free with cock-D / Knock-kneed delivery that scorches you like Lockheed / Dr. Decibel, my deliverance is questionable but as far as this session goes I'm wreckin skulls / Better check your pulse, we visionaries with this / Scarin the shit outta record labels next to fatal / Right beside homocide bonafied bewilderment / Militant diligence like I'm buildin pyramids / Peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor / Track your pager plus your celly / Piss on your Pelle Pelle, catch you comin out of belly / Dumbin out daily, tell me, what was your rationale / Think of matchin Del I disconect your PacTel / My mobile code words, showboat with no hope for any rhyme you kick or any beat you load up / Leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic / Skanless with anthems / Stomp your little cadence out at random

El-P

Ran-random, ran-random / El and Del-aphonic known to go off on a tantrum
Now you know.. / For the backpackers, for the computer hackers / For the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers / For the derranged krylon stain makers / For the ungry hungry ass verbal brain rapists / That New York to the Bay shit!

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from Both Sides of The Brain, released April 11, 2000

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

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