Press Rewind Del the Funky Homosapien

[00:41.87] Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts [00:44.18] I'm daffed, I battle all like I don't have it all [00:46.43] Avant-garde, battlestar Galactica [00:48.63] Got rhymes per capita [00:50.08] I'm shining through the aperture [00:51.36] But I'm not gonna bust no caps for ya [00:53.12] That's another genre, I'm the black bomber [00:55.57] Track charmer, sack burner [00:57.32] Distract burdens if it ain't that urgent [00:59.66] Nerve prints word sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar [01:03.00] Hella clever, endeavors immeasurable [01:04.87] With only heaven to go incredible [01:06.83] Melodramatic wit tales from the tablet [01:09.06] You fail 'cause you average [01:10.56] Regardless of your sells and your status [01:12.41] You extra baggage [01:13.49] I bamboozle like I'm mobbin' in a land cruiser [01:16.03] Down MacArthur, artistic archer, autistic misfit [01:19.62] You'll get the sickness [01:20.77] When I spit the wickedness [01:22.02] And split cha wig like Kid Icarus [01:23.83] Leave you headless like Icky-bod [01:25.34] I infuriated, tick you off, stick to Pop [01:28.23] Hip-Hop's too difficult to me, it's a cult [01:30.49] Lyrics lacerated, slit cha throat [01:32.09] Beat cha brain down like Piscopo with Smith Colt [01:34.39] I don't know, Different Strokes [01:35.56] So respect me for I whip out ol' Betsy [01:38.46] Surgically remove you from my testes [01:40.33] Purposely improve you just to see who the best be [01:42.74] But sold up sexy [01:44.04] Take a poll and know the prestige [01:46.32] Large lefty, I automate, animate, my soul sanitation [01:49.97] Like I gotta canvas painting manifestions [01:52.48] Eh, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist [01:56.60] Frontin' on your fake false appearances [01:59.34] Drive you delirious, dead serious [02:01.30] The eeriest mic mysterious [02:03.37] Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist [02:06.96] Frontin' on your fake false appearances [02:09.57] Drive you delirious, dead serious [02:11.57] The eeriest mic mysterious [02:15.37] [02:23.43] Go ahead, try symbiosis [02:25.30] But most rap artist don't have any focus [02:27.53] Think they flippin' chips, try penny brokers [02:31.11] Kipsco or pennyloafers [02:31.52] Get my album I'll show you how it's done [02:33.33] Delateous, hella atrocious wit' vocals [02:36.45] My throat holds verbal choke pose [02:38.44] Po-po's in ya scrolls, my goals are not rifles [02:41.41] I flow scrimmage like the Microdots [02:43.76] You might go pop and I might grow crops [02:46.28] Go get the gestapo, you riskin' a pot full of gold [02:48.96] Pull a zodiac sign to halftime [02:51.39] Reenact rhymes from a past life of a flashlight [02:54.57] Man, you don't know the half [02:56.45] Dash right to the phonograph [02:57.98] Blow your balderdash [02:59.14] Coordinates confirm, subordinates will learn [03:01.62] My ordnance is stern so supportin' my fern [03:04.02] Is the only way in this lonely age where you goin' crazed [03:06.98] Your style is sold and paid for 'cause I made more [03:09.67] Water emcees like a bayshore [03:11.44] Bullets graze doors [03:12.66] In Oakland where they lay law [03:13.95] Del is going AWOL wit' napalm [03:16.04] Eight bombs taped to my arms like the town crier [03:19.00] Now miser, strider, spit exciter, rippin' plywood [03:22.56] Forget beef cakin' lyrical cheapskates [03:25.01] Try Del and win the sweepstakes [03:26.87] What I make is so hot, it's seethin' [03:28.53] Off the deep end, stop your breathin' [03:30.48] Caught cha sleepin' [03:31.41] Now you're peekin' like you've eaten [03:32.94] A hundred microdots wreck your equinox [03:35.12] Delete every piece of props [03:36.61] Leave your perforated, curb your hatred [03:38.36] Deserve your matrix in the Word Olympics [03:40.56] Completely furnished wit' burners like Ted Turner [03:42.85] I broadcast the classics, fabulous, fantastic [03:45.51] Peep, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist [03:49.17] Frontin' on your fake false appearances [03:51.72] Drive you delirious, dead serious [03:53.79] The eeriest mic mysterious [03:55.73] Hey, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist [03:59.32] Frontin' on your fake false appearances [04:01.97] Drive you delirious, dead serious [04:03.99] The eeriest mic mysterious [04:06.70] And the survey says [04:09.31] "Go practice or something, man" [04:10.72] You know peace [04:11.41]