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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

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from Future Development, released January 1, 2002

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Del The Funky Homosapien Richmond, California

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

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