Текст песни Del The Funky Homosapien - Future Development
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"Earth to Del, Earth to Del, Earth to Del do you read me?Do you copy Del? It seems we`ve lost radio contactDescend for warp speed so you can recieve transmission"Each rap is texture-mapped to perfectionA 3-D world for you to step inI leave MC`s stranded on asteroidsFloatin through the void of spaceDel the black man, African back againCrackin windshields, so I can heal your soulsWhen you feel my flowsA wild beast when I piece together beats like puzzlesMCs feel muzzled like dobermansIts over when you try duplicateAnd then your tooth`ll ache for tryin to sink your teeth inMeetin your maker, Del the caretaker here break your lifeAway from you faker the Tammy Faye BakerI shake your brain up like Quaker OatsFor tryin to memorize my maniacal quotesThe funk coats your eardrums, Oaklands where we`re fromThe deviant, workin feverishly but easilyEagerly awaiting your arrivalHide all you cowardsYou`re powerless I`m live and in technicolor and tumorousYour humorous, my rhymes are numerousI`m too elaborate in my habitatWith words that hit your skull like a battle ax, imagine thatI`m actually destined cause I`m acutal perfectionEquals natural selection with rhymes as my secret weaponThis involvement in my newest installmentIs dissolved in the chains on your brains like solventI can`t call it, all it means is my genesComes from supreme beings, ancestors ya can`t step ta[Chorus]No way out come right in, writin incredible shitThey can`t meddle with usFuture development is too intelligentFuture development, too too intelligentNo way out come right in, writin incredible shitYou can`t meddle with us"And you say it, And niggaz are still frontin with thatold technology shit, why is this soundin garbage?"To many fans and not enough artistsNiggaz frontin heartless like they packin ultra cartrigesYou ain`t gonna smoke me, you smoke weedI`ve seen some sick characters and they ain`t scared a yaThe true soldiers who will unload on your intersectNot me I`m into Tex and MexGiant robos and ponos, and road showsI like to blow dough on the latest, not the status quo thoughMore pull than yo-yo duncanPuttin passion in my rappin like a tongue kiss and right on by the hundredsWith no bass the foundation crumblesLike niggaz bumble they whole life over rumblesScandals, sure you got hand skillsBut unless you gonna be a boxer who`s gonna offerYour hand scrill? (Nobody) I used to program computersNow I make manuvers on the mic to screw yaOn the ole, how it goes how the flow for the uninitiatedPlus on the side, get my own life sitiatedYou know writin lyrics in between linesPlay some Samauri Spirits, oopsDrop funky like defecation, poopLeavin ya mute moose, speechlessNiggaz blackin out like an eclipseNo defense for your pretenseWhich is just a feat to proposalTowards your disposalDel flow solo, fully mobilized the wise wordsSo niggaz can get the totalPerception, perfection destined for greatnessEtched in your consciousness, metaphorically monstrous[Chorus]Future development is too intelligentFuture development too too intelligent