Текст песни Del The Funky Homosapien - Burnt
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DEL:Mista, twista, get yaevery single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow with tha gifted tounge, an encriptic rung new phases to enter the mazes-play thistwo times a day with the dayoday, hey, hey ho with a day light comeI plum forgot what a wack rhyme wasbecause I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers sothey know and I know we all know day hey yo-day light come and me wanna go home-coolno tool, no Smith and Wessonjust an oppisite so I can pop a bit of shit on the mic when I get on the mic"pee-pee--pee-ping!" I ricochet a bit on the mic and I like it- Just like the Gulf or World War IId-e-l will say and straight slay anyone whomakes advances when I make um heel peel off the anwsers when i`m drilling in your skull like a beaverbinito-but I ain`t finishedtill I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished.CasualI would if I could but I ain`t cause I`m danktime for me to lay down the law: who`s raw?you saw the blues and the shoes of the writerstronger than a siskel and your like a side barartery-try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter mebecause I`m not the g to be stepped to let loose negative bonesthat my rep crew I let loose negative tonesso you better get flows to counter act what we`ve doneproceed more stunts cause I`m hard like a street, sonwe go and step back as I wreck shop pronounced to break necks of those who won`t stopartist-the one who does better they ain`t foundand if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass downthe bigger the batter the bigger the fatter iswhenever you figure this nigga is gettin hisbe real and don`t kill my walk with your next thoughtand answer that your boss-cause that`s when you lostkeep on losing, amusing many tacticsI came to earn more green than Saint Patrickand I make backs if you get caught frontin`never bought a Newport but I`m on the button.TajaiI needs no sugar crisp to get swift so what with two sylabols-it`s just the positiveTajaiI steals Souls that try to steal my laddincoming to your brain like I would on a sheetI respond with no distraction when I see onefatter than re-run so what`s happennin`?it`s not where you from, it`s just how you comecorrect my stacks will get rough to bakeget phucked enough to my men like idie midielook in the membrane enough because I am a rightyfight these-you`ll catch follies if you follyI make shanks to stick fakes I`m dank and you`re quaintwack shit puritian surround like ineffectualI get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals.not for sex when you cross the intersection you`re damagedget bruised knuckles and what you look forbad ones busted a few much more than twoa slew of sold ass phonies, bust their cohoniestry,you`ll catch my Vans in your highneethat`s if my bankrupt slips though I doubthow do you want to convert me in timebut I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me so play them tracks-and you`ll go out like beta maxnext to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks.OpioBe deep boom-bob your head to this, mischievous soul socidle, idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writtermight not be the greater innovater of the mind schemebut my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening.this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadowwhile the teapot blows steam like a kettlethe hip to the hopI make up flip when I get drasticstepping with their moods but their flows are pornographicand man with the vocal making the locals go insanethe regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brainget frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deitythe one with liberated souls-control for infinitygot style much slimma-kids` got a body childHieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhilearticulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speechand I could keep poppin cause I`m trying to teacha smidgen of religion to the fraudulantlisten, pay attention I`m the master of this conventionkick the wigidy while ye style be stutering just like smileyskipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try meand I can make it play down into extreme consciencenessplus your wondering extinguish all them mythsoptimistic, stylistic, mysticness I`m swift like murcurynursing meI show I`ve got the gift.A-PlusPeople call me Snupe: that`s because I`m living fatPeople call me nasty: that`s because I eat the catand I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils deadnever said never cause I cock my head better dreadlock on the top of my head, never flakkyif this was a peel then Bodasa couldn`t shake meor bake me cause Betty Crocker`s oven isn`t hot enoughif you wanna spread the skins then I got alot of stuff got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it twicewhy step? here`s a fly rep I kept my step ladderI had a fatter flow to be hittin onnow it`s just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin` onsittin on a futon...slip the larger roots onI`m the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots onopps-I`m sorry cause I didn`t mean to dis youI could hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissuemary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doelooking in my garden, schylar got a lotta hoesYo-I didn`t mean hoes, yo I meant womenIf she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let`s go swimmingdip dip dive as I`m live moving in on the top of my jock you don`t stophere a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimpthis A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is.